Perking up

Photo by Julius Schorzman, Creative Commons Attribution/Share Alike, via Wikimedia Commons

After sunrise service at Mt. Lebanon UMC this morning, we were waiting for time for breakfast to start. My sister went to get coffee for herself and her son. When she came back, she asked if I wanted coffee — and then immediately remembered that I’m not a coffee drinker.

The thing is … just a few weeks shy of my 56th birthday, I’m thinking of maybe starting.

I have just never gotten into the coffee habit. I don’t dislike it, necessarily, and there have been times, like on one of my early mission trips, when I drank it because it was the only option. I’ve just never gotten into the habit. But that also means I’ve never learned to appreciate good coffee, and the world of coffee has changed quite a bit since I first became old enough to form the habit but failed to do so.

A few weeks back, I read an outstanding book, “Jesus, Bread and Chocolate: Crafting A Handmade Faith In A Mass-Market World,” by John Joseph Thompson. I found out about the book when I attended a house concert in Thompson’s guest house featuring one of my all-time favorite singer-songwriters.

In the book, Thompson looks at the resurgence in artisan and hand-made products and uses it as a metaphor for an authentic, personal faith, as opposed to mass-market, assembly-line religion. Thompson, who now roasts his own coffee, has a great deal of enthusiasm for the various products he uses as examples in the book, and nowhere does that come through louder than in the coffee chapter.

So I’ve actually thought some lately about trying to drink a little more coffee — probably better for me than diet soda, despite the recent news from California. But I’m not sure where to start. Everyone seems to like Koffee Beanz, the relatively-new coffee shop that’s just walking distance from the paper, and that would probably be a great place to experiment. I already love the atmosphere there, and I’ve gone there for lunch and for things like frappes. I may stop by there one morning and see what I might like to order — unless some of you have suggestions.

I also have a small drip coffeemaker — the kind that makes a small pot of coffee, appropriate for someone living on their own — and maybe I’ll also buy some coffee and try it out. I think I bought it after returning from one of my Kenya mission trips, thinking that I’d make myself some Kenyan coffee. I haven’t used it in years; I probably need to check and see if it still works.

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