Coffee Talk

Coffee Talk

My husband Lorenzo met him at the doorway of his favorite coffee shop. He didn’t look like God but he assured Lorenzo his name was Lord.

“Nice to meet you, Lord,” Lorenzo said as he tried to make his way out the door after his coffee meeting.

“I’ve been waiting a long time to meet you,” Lord replied.

Lorenzo stopped, readjusted his focus and his grip on his cup of coffee, and looked again at the man.

He appeared homeless – possibly mentally ill. Still, there was something compelling about him.

Lorenzo decided to stop and talk a while with the Lord.

It wasn’t an easy conversation to follow. Lord wandered a bit between thoughts and points he was trying to make. Still, Lorenzo stayed; constrained by… well, who knows? Compassion? Conviction? Concern? After all, it isn’t every day we come face to face with the Lord.

Lord rambled on for a bit before the fog lifted. He locked eyes with Lorenzo and said with certain clarity, “I take on this physical shell so that I can meet people like you. I don’t want you to be here when the bad things start to happen.”

Lorenzo queried him for a moment on what our Lord meant by the bad things. The Lord didn’t answer directly, prompting Lorenzo’s renewed attempt to leave.

“Lord, I would love to keep talking with you but I need to get home to my boss,” Lorenzo explained, making a reference to me. “Is there anything I can do for you before I leave?” he offered.

Thinking for a moment, Lord replied, “I sure could use a muffin.”

Without hesitation, Lorenzo took him inside and bought him a muffin. Then he wished the Lord a good and safe day as he left him sitting by the door, enjoying his muffin.

Being a reasonably competent woman with no history of psychiatric disorders, I’m confident the Lord Lorenzo encountered wasn’t the Lord.

Except… what if he was?

God seems to have a habit of appearing out of the blue in the most unexpected places and circumstances. Jesus made His first appearance in the feeding trough for a cow. He took on the form of a person like me and fell to earth to be broken like me. For me. For the Lord Lorenzo met today.

Lorenzo’s Lord likely wasn’t the Creator and Savior of the world. But there is enough faith – enough doubt – in me that compels me to see a reflection of that God in the face of every person I meet. Including the Lord Lorenzo spent time with today.

It may not make for good theology. But it is more than enough faith to form a connection over a cup of coffee and a muffin. If you don’t believe me, just ask Lorenzo. Or, the Lord.

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6 thoughts on “Coffee Talk

  1. As always, a beautiful writing by you! I sat down after cleaning up my backyard from yesterday’s wind storms and happened upon your article. You inspire me with your stories and bring a certain peace with every word.

    1. Thank you for always reading and responding. Inspiration – whether from a clean yard or a new blog – is always a good thing!

  2. Funny yet deeply true, with the Mother Teresa-esque reminder to look for “God in every face we meet”. Can you imagine what kind of world this would be if we all at least tried?

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