I'm not sure if you could find many people who love coffee more than I do.
I l-o-v-e it.
I like the aroma of coffee, the ritual of coffee drinking, the cold weather pilgrimage to buy a delicious cup of too expensive coffee, and the good old fashioned coffee break.
Coffee completes me.
I don't get this new trend I see of people bringing coffee into church.
Hot steaming cups of deliciousness accompany them to the pews.
Though I should be previewing the readings and saying some prayers, I sit watching in twisted fascination.
Really? What did I miss and when did this become okay?
The gum chewing was once hard for me to grasp, but at least that can be concealed in the mouth.
The coffee cup in the hand sends a different message.
I'm not sure what the message is but I find it all very peculiar.
I am a woman whose family didn't eat an hour before church and whose grandmother once put a napkin on her head because she didn't have a veil.
If I wear jeans on Sunday, I still can hear my dad's voice telling me that one never wears dungarees to church.
So, you can see why this new trend has caught my attention.
We can bring treats to church now?
We can make sure that we have everything we need with us to be comfortable for that long hour of sitting, singing, and praying?
I'm all for it.
Maybe since it's autumn, next week I'll bring a piece of pumpkin pie to eat.
I'll slide into the pew with my plate, fork, and pie.
Next, I'll pull a can of whipped cream out of my purse and oh-so-quietly put some on top.
Then, I will relax and listen to the readings while nibbling on my slice of pumpkin heaven.
This sounds like a grand idea.
Hey- you know what would go well with all that?