January 30, 2014 24 Comments
Starbucks is the Christian alternative to a bar.
I mean really, as I sit here I’m watching a chubby guy trying to make eyes at a young lady at the opposite table. He’s bald and wearing a small Western Kentucky Hilltoppers sweatshirt. He has a copy of The Insanity of Obedience next to his computer. I don’t think he has much of a chance.
One couple is snogging each other on the barstools where people are trying to pick up their lattes.
People go to Starbucks to get their drinks – their buzz – and hope to meet someone of the opposite sex. The only difference between Starbucks and a bar is that you don’t have to tip the servers!
(And instead of being asked, “What’s your poison,” you might be asked, “Whole milk or skim?”)
I may not come to Starbucks to meet singles, as I’m happily married, and I’m definitely not saying it’s a bad thing that people go to Starbucks for any reason. But I’ve got other imitations in my life.
I’m listening to the Frozen soundtrack as I work and I’m mistaking it as uplifting Christian music (need I say more than the opening track, “Vuelie”?).
I mistake the Bible as a self-help book.
I treat God as a deistic Being who is just out there somewhere. Then, when the devil locks me in the great Cave of “Wonders”, I expect God to appear as a funny big blue genie, complete with gold cufflinks, symbolizing His inferiority to me.
And church? That’s a place I go to for credit on my Eternal Records.
We tend to get a lot of things mixed up, don’t we? I know I do.
Something I’m trying to learn right now is to be still and know that He is God. He doesn’t sound like Robin Williams and He certainly isn’t bound by any cufflinks or golden lamp.
That’s easy to say, and easier to write. But it’s something I’m trying to learn to believe. And be okay with it.
Meantime, I’m going to finish my latte and see if I can play Hitch to the Hilltoppers sweatshirt guy; his glasses are fogging up staring at this girl, and I think he’s going to damage his computer if he drips anymore sweat on it.