Posts tagged ‘coffee’

March 12, 2009

coffee, tea, god and me pt. i

I used to think my deep freeze was the most spiritual place in my house. It’s exactly how I would imagine heaven: full of coffee and meat. But that was a pretty limited view of heaven, especially in terms of what it looks like to live out the Kingdom of God here on earth. After a few years of reading various theologians and discerning what it looks like to live out my faith as I pretend the Kingdom, I have changed my perspective.

Heaven is not a land flowing with meat and coffee. Heaven is a tea collection.

I just learned this recently, having discovered the joy of loose leaf tea.  It makes for a pleasant night-cap with it’s low caffeine level and diverse tastes/flavors.  At their core, a lot of the teas have similarities.  They are organic materials that you steep for a period of time.  They have slightly bitter undertones.

And though teas share these similarities, they also have differences.  My South African tea is red with a full-bodied flavor.  The Oolong has leaves that are tucked tight until water is added, at which point they are talked into spreading out full-length.  Indian Black Chai is made up of tiny little black specks that look like carbon particles. Even a novice tea drinker like myself can see the differences.

It takes far more acute perception to find differences in coffees .  All the beans look essentially the same.  They essentially taste the same, as well.  It takes some experience to understand the subtle difference in coffees.

Which is why it’s more appropriate for me to over-spiritualize my tea collection, rather than my coffee surplus.  The Kingdom should look more like a collection of teas.  Beautiful in their array of color and flavor.  Beautiful in the scope of shape and size.  A collection of flavors that have clear similarities, but also distinctions that reflect the cultures from which they come out of.

Renew and Restore

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March 9, 2009

why elli will be a coffee drinker

Because her Daddy is.

It all started back when Elli was strong enough to hold a coffee tumbler. Every morning she saw me drinking from one and it fascinated her. To keep her from grabbing mine and spilling hot liquid all over herself, we ended up putting one in her toy box. It allowed her to sit next to me and pretend to drink coffee. It also kept me from getting buckets of infant slobber in my morning cup of joe.

Elli’s since graduated to new levels of participation in the morning ritual. No, I’m not letting her take sips of the good stuff. But I do acquiesce when she petitions to help me make coffee. She insists on scooping the beans into the grinder, and then pressing the button on the grinder. I couldn’t do it without her.

Now that she is a full-blown participant in the morning ritual, I figure she is bound to be a coffee drinker some day. She’s preconditioned to the scent, and it is tied to fun memories of her hanging out with Daddy.  Maybe when she gets to high school we’ll sit around in the mornings and share a pot before heading out for the day.

What are some habits you have picked up over the years from watching your parents? Did they purposefully invite you into the process or did you crash the party?

Renew and Restore

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