…the gospel according to coffee; part 1…

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There are lots of things that I love.  My Wife.  My Daughter.  Christ and His Church.  LostThe Office.  And coffee.  I really love coffee.  At different times in my life I like to try and challenge myself and see if I can pull something off.  So here I go.  This week I’m going to attempt to do some posts under the title of The Gospel According to Coffee.  It might take a while to get all my thoughts down so I am going to do this in two parts.

The process of making coffee is pretty easy.  Simply put the beans grow in different parts of the world and are harvested in order to be made into coffee.  And these beans are surprisingly called coffee beans!  They are harvested green and then roasted so that they are chemically changed into little brown beans.  Then they are then ground and mixed with hot water to produce coffee.  Simple right?

Now I know there are a lot more steps and details that need to be included there, but really, do you want to read that on here when Wikipedia probably does a great job at explaining it? (here is proof)  No you don’t – I didn’t think so.

The coffee bean doesn’t necessarily have a fun life from the perspective of a human.  First, they are plucked off their plant and thrown in a dark bag with a bunch of others just like them.  (Holocaust train rides anyone?)  Next they are loaded into a roaster where they experience 20-30 minutes of being around temperatures of over 400 degrees.  Then they are broken apart in a grinder till they are turned to almost dust.  Lastly hot, scalding water is poured of them.  And after the coffee is drank the coffee grounds are discarded.

Sounds like fun right?  Wrong.

I know of someone else though who was put through a very rigorous and painful process.  They too were beaten, bruised and taken out of the city to be “discarded.”  The process was a common one for that day, much like the process of coffee is today.  But the outcome of that event was much, much different.

And for that ancient painful experience I am very thankful.

Tune in Thursday to see part 2 of The Gospel According to Coffee.


…junior high friends…

When I was in junior high I was a lonely kid.  I lived in a small town and my family went to church 20 minutes away from our house.  Needless to say I didn’t see my church friends much outside of Sundays and Wednesdays.  And in JH I wasn’t the most popular kid at school.  I didn’t have a waiting list of friends who wanted to hang out with me.  So I was lonely a lot.

But there were a few friends that I would hang out with each weekday.  I would hang out with Doug at 6 pm for an hour, then an hour with Kevin at 9 pm, and Alex at 10 pm for about 30 minutes.

I identified a lot with Doug because he was a portly little loser who had a crush on a Patti Mayonnaise, and could just never get up the guts to tell her he liked her.  I was the same way.  I had a huge crush on a girl named Bridget for over 2 years.  But I could just never get up the guts to tell her that I liked her.  Doug was a good friend to me even though we never said a word to each other.

Kevin had a little more success with the ladies but he had a dorky friend named Paul.  I kind of had a heart for dorky kids at school too I feel like.  I knew it wasn’t right to make fun of others, and even though I did at times, I always regretted it.  I tried hard to be nice to those who might have fallen into the dorky category.  Plus, Kevin gave me hope that one day I might find a girl who was willing to hold my hand, kiss me, and call herself my girlfriend.

Lastly, was Alex.  He worked for a Taxi company in New York City and had a kind of rough life and not so glamorous life.  But he had community.  And that was something I had, but only for a few hours a week while at church.  He had it all the time with the people he worked with.  I wanted it.  And it was something that I finally found more of later in high school, college and on.

These 3 guys were my closest friends in junior high, and I thank God for them…honestly.