Will We Be Served Coffee in Heaven? (standard:humor, 903 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Jun 06 2021	Views/Reads: 1038/752	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
I'm not sure about the coffee in heaven, but I do know we will have a stress-free time of fellowship with other believers as well as with Christ himself. I’m looking forward to that.

The last several weeks have truly been hectic in every sense of the
word. Trying to catch up can be a never-ending job. When I think I'm 
caught up, I see another thing I need to do. 

I have learned that kicking the can down the street only hurts your big
toe. 

With so much to do lately, it's hard to prioritize what should come
first. The one thought rattling through my brain is, will anybody know 
if I don't do this job? 

It doesn't have to rattle too long before I come to the answer to that
inquiry. 

If I don't do a certain job, the one who will know would be the Gracious
Mistress of the Parsonage. When it comes to activities, she is the 
queen of priority and completion. 

I don't have that kind of initiative, but I certainly try. 

I have discovered that one day a certain activity will have priority;
the next day, something else will have priority. Life can be very 
confusing, especially to someone like me trying to sort out priorities 
every day. 

This week I reached a three-week milestone. I was delighted. 

That milestone was, I had accomplished every job that I needed to do. I
don't have to tell you that that doesn't happen very often; in fact, 
this may be the first time it has ever happened to me. 

Reaching this milestone, I was utterly exhausted. I came home and sat in
my easy chair, hoping I'll never have to get up again. 

As I got comfortable, the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage asked,
"Would you like a cup of coffee?" 

I can't think of any time or place I would say no to that offer. 

She got herself a cup of coffee and joined me in the living room to sit
back and relax after all of this work. 

Nothing calms my mind more than a delicious cup of coffee. My wife makes
coffee in the morning and then fills a thermos to make coffee available 
all day. 

As I'm sipping that first sip, I just feel the weight of the world
lifting off my shoulders. What would my life be without coffee? 

As we were sitting there, she asked a question, "Do you think they will
serve us coffee in heaven?" 

I was not in the mood for any serious thinking because my brain was
somewhat wavering in sobriety. Why did she have to ask me a question at 
this time? Especially one as serious as this? 

However, I couldn't get this question out of my mind. 

All the good my coffee does for me would cause me to hope there is
coffee in heaven. 

No matter what my day is like or how stressed I am, a nice hot cup of
coffee takes my focus off of the problems I'm having. 

I have no idea who invented coffee, but I like to meet him sometime and
shake his hand. No other invention in the world has as much value to me 
as coffee. 

Some people don't like coffee, and that's okay with me. They'll have to
have something else to calm them down. Some people want decaffeinated 
coffee, and that's okay with me, but that's not what I'm going to 
drink. 

I want my coffee strong. It doesn't have to be hot necessarily, but it
does have to be strong. It has to be the kind of coffee that could take 


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