Too much coffee
July 21, 2022
There sat the coffee pot, it had too much coffee in it. The man that got up every Saturday morning had learned how to make enough coffee for two and some habits are hard to break. At first you glanced over at that pot and your first thought was “Seth hasn’t come to get his coffee yet.” Your very next thought is, “he’s not coming, he’s having coffee with Jesus.” I know this for a fact because Seth loved to chat over coffee. I can hear that Texas twang in his voice when, after he walked through my front door, filled his cup, and then answered the same question I asked every Saturday, “What’s up?” And then his answer, “Not a whole lot.” Now you have to go back and re-read that part and listen in your head, in your heart, for that twang. Did you hear it? I can. We’d chat, not about much, just little things. He’d stand there and sip that coffee, sometimes he’d refill it before he left because well, why not?, there was enough in the pot, just enough for the two of them, the man that made it, and the man that came over to partake in a hot cup. I don’t know that the man that makes the coffee has quite mastered making coffee for one. Too often I walk into the kitchen way past coffee drinking time and there sits the pot, coffee long cooled still there in the bottom. Perhaps for the man that makes the coffee, for the one who pours his two cups and leaves the rest, perhaps he’s not quite ready to make coffee for one. I’m sure, even though he doesn’t express himself out loud like some of us, he’s not quite ready to make less coffee. As for me, I will one day walk through heaven’s gates and say Seth, “What’s up?”