a note about coffee

It has taken me a while to write something like this. I think it's because I want to make this blog really accessible for everyone, not just a certain type or group of people. I never want to make anyone feel isolated. However, I also really want to make this a place where people can get to know me better, and this is a big part of who I am. I am not asking you to agree with the things that I say or believe the things that I believe. Just bear with me while I share a little bit more about the things I love. Thanks for reading.


Anyone who knows me even slightly well or has spent time with me for more than a couple hours knows that I have an inexplicable, undying love for coffee. It has gotten to the point where I am not even a coffee snob. I will take anything that was once in coffee bean form and is now a steaming cup/mug/thermos full of dark, rich, liquid energy. 

I love coffee. 

My freshman year of college, my roommate and I alone went through--zero exaggeration--twelve pounds of coffee. I'm pretty sure half a centimeter of my tooth enamel has worn away from the excessive consumption of whatever it is in coffee that is bad for your teeth. There were days where I was not able to make a cup of coffee for myself in the morning and those were some of the hardest days of my life (DRAMATIZATION). But seriously. Those days I didn't have my cuppa before class were significantly slower and more tiring and I found myself drifting off in class, not paying attention, and daydreaming about swimming in a pool of coffee grounds. So in summation: I have become extremely dependent on coffee. 

This got me thinking. 

Something I talk about less, but that is just as important to my daily functioning as coffee is Jesus. If I am so dependent upon coffee that I have convinced myself that I cannot function properly for a day without it, what does this look like in comparison to my relationship with the Big Man in the Sky? Can I function without Him? This elicits a complicated answer. Technically, no, I cannot function a single day without Jesus. That is the cold, hard truth. However, when the question becomes do I live sometimes as if I can? That's when things get tangled. Because the answer is: absolutely. Some days I get up in the morning, get dressed, brush my teeth, make my blessed cup of coffee, and walk out the door without thinking of God one single time. Some days I don't pray until I'm in bed, about to fall asleep, and all of a sudden I remember I need that extra bit of God help. Some days, God is a resource not a relationship. Some days, I have more of a relationship with coffee than I do with Christ. 

Think about it this way: when there is someone in your life that you value and love, you are going to work to maintain that relationship. Whether it is a best friend, a family member, or a significant other--you will exert effort to make time for that person, show that person you care, and work on building your relationship together. So why wouldn't we do that for God? Sometimes I make sure I wake up ten minutes early in the morning so I have time to make my coffee, but I do not carve out ten minutes in my day to read my Bible. There is a problem with that. 

The bigger problem is: I am not alone. We all have a 'coffee'. We all have something that takes precedence in our lives over our relationship with Jesus. Identifying and acknowledging it won't make it go away. It will always be there. And if it's not that one thing, it'll be something else eventually. This is why our relationship with Jesus can never be passive. It must always be active. We have to always be working at bettering and building our relationship with Him. That's something I will be working on for the rest of my life, and I encourage you to try and do the same.

So what is your coffee?

 

Piper


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