There is a new coffee shop in the neighborhood of the church, Ripple Cafe, which offers hot and iced coffee, free wi-fi and comfortable seating. I visited the café last week and found their coffee and staff most pleasant. I could easily picture myself taking my laptop and ‘working’ there on a sunny spring or summer afternoon. I probably won’t do that, but I like to think I might; but then again, I said the same thing about the last three coffee shops that have opened in the neighborhood. I would like to think that I am the kind of person that has deep conversations and composes thoughtful sermons in a café.
But I am more a Dunkin Donuts kind of person. I want my coffee plain, with cream only, in a Styrofoam cup with a plastic cover. In fact, I think I might be a coffee snob (or whatever the opposite of a snob might be, an ‘anti-slob’): I have a tiny bit of distain for those who are willing to spend a few dollars more for an inferior serving of joe in a mermaid-logo cup and I scoff at the pretension emanating from other purveyors who serve their multiply hyphenated fare that they pass off as their exclusive caffeinated blend. I don’t need fancy titles, foamy additives or socially aware saying imprinted on cardboard sleeves; I want a good cup of coffee.
The truth is that I am not the center of the universe and not everyone shares my opinions about coffee. All the coffee shops and all the coffee drinkers can mutually co-exist. There might even be some positive interact with tea drinkers. Good people drink chai lattes, as do those who are dark of heart. Godly people consume espresso from tiny cups, as do the ungodly. I hear that some of the morally upright even drink iced tea, through I cannot comprehend why. There is a place for everyone, and everyone can find what they need in some place.
There is neither Jew nor Gentile, neither slave nor free, nor is there male and female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus. Galatians 3:28
I find it unfortunate that what is true about coffee shops is often also true about the church. The followers of Christ tend to flock to where they are served what they prefer – there are churches that cater to the porcelain demitasse crowd and churches that cater to the 20-ounce paper cup crowd. Occasionally, these diverse demographics are drawn together – at denominational meetings, retreat centers, funerals or weddings – and we politely sip what is offered, like it or not, but typically we stay where we get what we want. I sometimes wonder if we could, as the church, share fellowship with those who treasure every sort of coffee concoction.
In the kingdom of God, there is neither ‘large regular’ or ‘americano’, neither ‘Sumatra single-origin’ or ‘Maxwell House’, nor is there ‘K-cup’ or ‘organic’, for we are all one in Christ Jesus. And, for that reason, I will enjoy all the coffee my community provides, perhaps even trying something I might never choose otherwise, as I sit with my laptop at that cozy café near the church.