I’ve realized two things about myself this morning. I am a coffee snob, and a bona-fide southern baptist. These two are almost always mutually exclusive – if you don’t believe me, just grab a cup of coffee next time you’re at church. Blah. Alas, I digress. Back to the point.
For a little while now, my dissatisfaction with mediocre home-brewed coffee has compelled me to experiment with new methods. I’ve even consulted with friends who have more experience in the area in order to improve my coffee making techniques. As a result, I’m making some pretty good coffee at home now. The secret? A French Press. Well, not a proper French Press – it’s more like a ghetto American Press at this point, but the process is much the same. You give the coffee grounds a chance to steep in the water for a while, fully extracting the flavor. The result is a cup of coffee that actually tastes like the source of its goodness, and not just bitter, tainted water. This is totally different from your standard drip coffee maker, where the hot water just passes through the grounds and continues on its path to the carafe. And so, a coffee snob was born.
This got me thinking about my personal Bible study time lately. I’ve fallen into a rut of just sort of “passing through” the Word, not really giving myself time to “steep” in it. This revelation was really quite convicting – what if I’m like that water that just passes through the grounds, not really soaking up the essence of God’s Word? Is the result the same for me as it is for that water? Do I actually, in any way, resemble the Source of my life? Or am I watered-down, religious, and bitter?
This is the point where I realized I’m truly a southern baptist – we can turn nearly any personal account or story into a spiritual lesson. Nonetheless, the conviction was genuine, and the remedy is simple. I can’t be content with simply reading the Bible. I need to give myself time to soak it up – time to meditate in it. The result? Some much better coffee.