What’s the point of a blonde roast, really?
My view: the darker, the thicker, the richer, the better. I also happen to appreciate half-n-half. My personal belief is that hot coffee should be served in an oversized mug unsweetened, appropriately bitter, more than warm but not scalding, deeply breathed in prior to being small-sipped as a daily experience.
I enjoy my home brewed joe and the assorted corporate brews when traveling and many a local brew as often as I
Good coffee is a ritual with me.
It brings rhythm and humanity to my life.
Yes, the caffeine is desired.
The fabled wired goat, while funny, proved the divine ingenuity of the bean.
Every morning I look forward to that first waft of the drip that soon turns into that first sip. Then I breathe a deep, satisfying breath and the day begins.
Recently, I’ve coupled that experience with a specific morning prayer that comes from a book of liturgies and prayers called Every Moment Holy by Douglas McKelvey. Page 135 has “A Liturgy for the Ritual of Morning Coffee”:
“Meet me, O Christ,
in this stillness of morning.
Move me, O Spirit,
to quiet my heart.
Mend me, O Father,
from yesterday’s harms.
From the discords of yesterday,
resurrect my peace.
From the discouragements of yesterday,
resurrect my hope.
From the weariness of yesterday,
resurrect my strength.
From the doubts of yesterday,
resurrect my faith.
From the wounds of yesterday,
resurrect my love.
Let me enter this new day, aware of my need, and awake to
your grace, O Lord.
Amen.”
The ground Peet’s, Starbucks or whatever cool local roast I’ve acquired paired with this prayer has been centering for me. This prayer orients me toward the Object of my faith, setting yesterday’s concerns aside for new mercies, and reminds me I am not self-sufficient: “Let me enter this new day, aware of my need, and awake to your grace, O Lord.“
Yes, so be it, with coffee in hand, deeply breathed in prior to being experienced.
Rich, deep, weighty and satisfying, both the coffee and the prayer.
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