Coffee Without Coffee Just Ain’t Coffee (standard:humor, 905 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Jan 23 2021	Views/Reads: 1083/768	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Each day, my goal is to make sure I'm carefully doing what God wants me to do for His honor and glory.

I must soberly confess that I have throughout my life given in to habits
and rituals. I don't like saying that, but it is the truth. At this 
point, I don't know the difference between a habit and a ritual. 

One ritual I have is when I get up in the morning, the first thing I do
is have a nice hot cup of coffee. This is what really gets me going in 
the morning. You do not want to meet me before I have my morning cup of 
Joe. 

There was a time I changed my habit and had hot tea in the morning. I
thought that might be a different change in my life. Believe me when I 
say it was a change. You did not want to meet me after having my hot 
tea in the morning. In fact, I didn't even recognize myself after that 
hot cup of tea. 

Before we go to bed each evening, the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage
prepares the coffee pot to go off in the morning so it's ready when I 
get up. I'm not sure how many years she has done that, but she did it 
today, and that's all that counts. 

There's something about coffee that juices my energy each day. I don't
know what it is, but I'm okay with it as long as it does that. 

When I was a youngster at home, I never liked coffee. I figured out
later it was because my parents used instant coffee. When I got a hold 
of the real coffee, I never went back to that instant coffee nonsense. 

The other morning something different happened. 

I got up in the morning, as usual, I went to prepare my coffee. I'm not
really that awake at this point in the day, but it's a routine, and I 
just went through the routine of getting my coffee ready and then go to 
my chair and have my morning devotions. 

Everything went well until the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage came
into the room where I was, she stood there staring at me and finally 
said, "How's your coffee this morning?" 

I bounced a smile back to her and said very enthusiastic, "It's the best
coffee I've had all day." 

She smiled. 

When she smiles at me, I know something is wrong. For the life of me, I
could not figure out what was wrong so early in the morning. Here I 
was, I have my coffee, I'm reading my Bible and she comes with this 
kind of inquiry. 

“So,” she said rather hesitatingly, “your coffee this morning is just
like normal?” 

I chuckled and said, "Just like my coffee every morning." 

“Maybe you should look at your coffee again,” she said. 

As I looked at my coffee, it did look a little different. The coffee was
whiter than usual, but that's all I could see. 

“Take a sip and tell me what you think.” 

I took a sip, it was hot and I didn't notice any difference. 

Perhaps this is my problem throughout life. When I'm in the habit of
some sort and going to a ritual, I don't notice what's going on. Isn't 
that what a habit is supposed to do? 

"For your information," my wife said somewhat sarcastically, "I forgot
to put the coffee grounds in the coffee pot last night. All you have 
from the coffee pot is hot water." 

I laughed a hearty laugh. I looked at her, thinking, of course, she was
trying to trick me into something. Then she brought the coffee pot in 
and showed me. Sure enough, the water in the coffee pot was water and 
not coffee. 



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