Wake-up Call

I love my morning java jolt. It gives me great delight to rise to the delicious aroma of the brewing beverage and to fill my favorite mug with that morning wake-up call as I linger over my first cup. Strong and black is the way I like my coffee. As a matter of fact, I like my java so thick and dark that I have been banished from making coffee at the church!

But since one cup of the delectable beverage won't suffice, I like to take my morning shot out into the world. There is something comforting about having the aromatic drink at my side as I start my day. I have one slight problem, however, and it is finding the perfect receptacle for my coffee "to go." I have searched in vain to find the cup of my dreams; it goes without saying that I have acquired quite a collection, because just when I think I've found the right one, my quest begins again. No matter how many I try, I still have yet to find that which is ideal. Between the cup with a snap-on lid that dribbles coffee down my chin when I take a swallow, to the light-weight cup that produces iced coffee in a very short time on a cold day, to the cup with a screw-on lid that doesn't seal properly, I am frustrated. So much for my morning java jolt--to go, that is!

I'd like to take some time now to linger over my morning Jesus jolt as I fill my sacred mug with my wake-up call of prayer. I think I've found the perfect "to go" cup, too, because I know that God will wipe away the dribble of sin with the holy cloth of mercy. God will warm the iced coffee of my soul with his love; as for the cup with the screw-on lid that doesn't seal properly, I know that God will contain me in his grace. By the way, if you ever do venture into one of those fancy coffee shops for a $4 cup of coffee, don't worry about how expensive it is, for Jesus has already paid the price.