Or rather the combination of coffee, cream and sugar. Iced
Vanilla Coffee with Cream, Large, to be exact. (I refuse to say Venti. It’s too
hard to remember, and besides, I don’t speak Italian.)
Of course, coffee is one of the more acceptable addictions.
It doesn’t impair my ability to drive or make decisions or cause me to be mean
or miss out on obligations and promises. It does, however, take up a ridiculous
amount of my brain space — planning when I will have my next cup. Dreaming of it. Setting
my day by it.
Today I am drinking my favorite drink at Starbucks, and I
have been thinking about this drink for several days now. WHAT??!?!!? Doesn’t
that sound crazy? How could 16 ounces of liquid rule so much of my world? (I desperately
wanted to order the 24 ounce, but refrained.)
I go back and forth, wishing I could drink as much coffee as
I wanted to without feeling guilty. And sometimes I feel like “I should be able
to drink coffee without worrying about it, damn it!”
(I don’t’ really say “Damn it!,” but that’s essentially the
emotion behind it.)
But there are a couple practical factors that should limit
my intake, like the fact that too much will contribute to gaining weight. I am
one of those lucky ones who never really had to worry about that, but as I get
older, it is a little harder to keep those extra five pounds off, and I’m sure
if I drank unlimited amounts of coffee (with sugar), I’d struggle even more.
Another factor that limits my intake is fertility. Both caffeine and sugar aren’t
good for it, and we would still like to have one more child if we can. And finally,
coffee can get expensive if you’re stopping at Starbucks every day.
Aside from the practical factors, the spiritual one is a
million times more important — my need to comfort myself and put
something that should be a small blessing in my day on such a pedestal in my
life.
I don’t desire God the way I desire coffee.
(My eyes well up with tears as I write that. Putting it on paper makes it feel more real.)
I don’t desire God the way I desire coffee.
(My eyes well up with tears as I write that. Putting it on paper makes it feel more real.)
So, do I give coffee up entirely? If I was an alcoholic, the
best thing to do would be to give up alcohol entirely…
Here’s what I’m trying today. I wrote a coffee liturgy –
basically a prayer of thankfulness to practice each time I enjoy coffee. I’m
hoping that by acknowledging my need for God and thanking him for the gift He
has given in simple pleasures of our taste buds and the positive things it does
in our brain, will help me put Him back on the pedestal over my coffee.
I know that with any addiction, God doesn’t usually give
radical deliverance from it. One of the best talks I heard about it (from
Sharon Hersh) was that God is way more likely to use our addictions to remind
us that we are in continual need of dependence on him.
And so, today I am trying to be mindful of His goodness to
provide good gifts, and to work to keep the importance of the Giver far above
the gift itself. I really don’t know if this is just a clever, sinful attempt
to justify drinking coffee. And it may be. That's why I think this will be a long-term battle in my life, until that glorious day when I meet Christ face-to-face. That’s why one aspect of this is to work to be
satisfied with the one cup and not be gluttonous about it (a little bit of C.S. Lewis there for you). We'll see how it goes.
I welcome your thoughts (Liturgy below).
Coffee Liturgy for the Ritual of Morning Coffee
Father, as I
hold this cup of coffee in my hands, waiting to taste that first delightful sip
on my tongue,
I thank you.
[Breathe deeply]
I thank you for
this gift of flavors and the good feelings it releases in my brain.
[Breathe deeply]
May I be
satisfied with your provision of this cup.
[Breathe deeply]
May I remember
that You are the one my heart longs for and this cup can never substitute for
your presence in my life.
[Breathe deeply]
May each sip
remind me of your goodness to provide simple pleasures to your children.
[Breathe deeply]
Father, I thank
you.