I enjoy coffee. We know this.
So when I am able to stop by Starbucks en route to this church I’ve been visiting for Saturday service, it’s a pretty great combination: Saturday. Starbucks. Service. Yeah.
The first time I visited there in awhile, I caught myself thinking, “Oh, man, it’d be nice if they had cupholders so I can make sure I don’t spill my drink.” I couldn’t remember from the other time I had been there if they had them. Cupholders, I mean.
At my church, the one I’ve been going to for more than 20 years now, we don’t have cupholders. Nope. There has been many a toppled beverage and sighs of relief when the knocked-over cup is discovered already empty. Or at least empty-ish.
But sure enough, to my chagrin, this church had cupholders. I could snuggle my coat in my seat, shove my purse under the chair and cozy up with my flat white from Starbucks and Bible app on my iPad. AND THEN, I could put my cup IN THE CUPHOLDER when we stood for singing with the blessed assurance my cup of coffee would not be kicked or shoved aside.
Comfortable. Easy. Quaint.
I found myself scrunching my nose in disgust. It has resorted to this. We live in a cupholder society, aiming to make things easy and convenient and comfortable and friendly. And that’s all right, sure. There’s a whole lot of good cupholders have accomplished. But it struck me how our comfort keeps us right where we are, in our cozy seats, more than out and about getting messy and making changes.
Don’t get me wrong—I don’t have a personal vendetta against cupholders, in the church or elsewhere. They’re practical, sure. I just mean, are we SO after OUR comfort and convenience that we neglect everything else?
I think God blesses us. I mean, there was a Promised Land, there’s eternity in heaven, and there are riches and beautiful things in this world and beyond us only God could manufacture. But it’s no good if we don’t get off our tails and make some messes here and there, meeting other people and sharing what we’ve learned from stepping outside and living life apart from the cush and the cupholders.
Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?” And I said, “Here am I. Send me!” — Isaiah 6:8
Are we going to go, or is it too comfortable where we are? Are we too eager to go, searching for something else, and God is telling us to stay put and minister to the people right in front of us? It goes both ways, but we’ve just gotta bust out of our comfort to see the really cool and messy stuff God has in store. We just gotta.
Pray for that, for me and for you and for all the people, to listen and go or stay, but not be too comfortable in our posh lounges and air conditioning and coffee bars. To enjoy the blessings, but not to count on them and find comfort in them, but in the Provider of those things. Yeah?