My students may find it funny that I come in some mornings with such a large cup of coffee (which isn’t usually from Starbucks,) while others may ask if I need that coffee to stay alert. Sometimes that cup of coffee is thanks to my exhaustion from a long day, or weekend, but it is also something special.
It is a sweet, but strong way to start my day that can help warm me up on cold and weary days. It can be a treat for all my senses, since I also enjoy the smell, but I still aim to keep it as a treat, instead of becoming something I depend on.
There’s not much in this world I would want to depend on, because no matter how sweet it is, coffee can’t love me back. Things don’t offer love, as the material world doesn’t have emotions, and even people cannot return the love we give. Yet that may be a blessing! Day after day I get to share a coffee with a coworker, and cup after cup I can understand those emotions that coffee lovers have for that warm and flavorful cup.
I like the jokes that people make, because it is a small way to deepen my relationship with them. Each time they comment it offers a new chance for us to have a moment. Which can be on of those old memories that is invoked my a smell, but also carries emotions with it. Sights and smells are like that, they can reinforce the things going on in our head, and even in our hearts.
I really hope to reinforce the good things, or at least the things that matter, which is why I love the jokes. If I missed something, if I failed, or if it matters it bubbles up in those moments we have for casual conversation. Lessons are to build up both short and long term memories, then everything else to give them an extra leg up…
Sometimes I wonder if this is how the world works, not in the big things we focus on, but in the small things that we can almost forget. Those are the stories I love too, not just hearing how the big miracles happened, but those “oh yeah, remember that” moments too.
It is why I love the gospel, as we hear of the God who named all the stars, and as Jesus talks about knowing every hair on your head. Even the forgotten children like Ester, and David who although they were poor, and sometimes even orphaned, their royalty shined the most through their tender (occasionally oddly emotional) hearts.
They days go by way to fast, and I struggle to keep up, but even in those slow moments there is a lot that I wouldn’t want to miss!