Long time no posting.

Well, I haven’t posted much around here in a few weeks, so it’s high time I put something down. First off, PT’s current Ethiopian Sidama is really great. Imagine having a blueberry muffin in your coffee, then take that image and smell it. Then take away the strange cacophonous texture, and drink what’s left over. There you have a pretty amazing bean.

The only thing is, once you have an amazing bean, you have to keep working at making good coffee out of it. Some coffees let you get away with being a little off here or there. A slightly off grind won’t completely spoil the results. Some coffees however, let you know upfront that you can really do better. One whiff and you know that once you really get it right, you might just get frighteningly close to the grail shot.

The grail shot is the one that you will never be able to drink. It just isn’t possible on this side of eternity. It’s the one where the texture is smooth, yet full of body. It’s acidity is held in check by a sweetness that seems to undergird everything. It has a tiny sprinkle of bitterness, but in such a way that it adds savor to the whole shot, brings out its deeper undertones as the flavors progress. Once all that is in perfect harmony, you have a the grail shot.

But like I said, you won’t get it this side of eternity. Instead, you’ll get coffee like PT’s. You’ll smell it, and then you’ll immediately know in the back of your head that this coffee is just waiting for it’s chance to sing. You’ll try your best, but you will have in the back of your head these clearer and clearer images of just what this coffee could be. And the more you try to make of it, the more you’ll know that you’ve only just begun.

But when you do it right, you won’t be discouraged. You’ll keep trying, because, like an artist, you’ll know what lies hidden in the canvass.

But this evokes more questions. How strongly will I pursue the kingdom of God? Will I take the little images I get of it and store them up, treasure them for the time when they will come to pass? Will I keep at the tasks set before me, trying as much as I might to reveal that little bit of the kingdom that I see as possible in my daily life? Will I work to show that beauty to those around me? Will I work to see that in others around me?

Yes.


My dad carries a gun, but WTF is happening at OWS?

I remember the first time my dad took me out for target practice. I was probably 6 or 7. There was this little out of the way spot in the woods in the middle of nowhere, beside my grandparents house. My brother and I shot a little .22 pistol. It was fun, not because I


Somedays I feel a little like Jonah.

I think I feel a little like Jonah. I feel a little like the prophet who has tried, through everything, to get away from a calling that he simply could not escape. Everywhere I go, it lies there, sometimes waiting to be trampled on, sometimes waiting to be adored. It flashes like flood waters, it


The harmony of the sea.

There is a peculiar feeling one gets, as one stares out across the Narrows straight from the shores of Bay Ridge toward the hill sides of Staten Island and the shores of industrial New Jersey beyond. It’s almost like the feeling you get as you stare out toward Sausalito from under the Golden Gate bridge.


Communal Identity

As today is World Communion Sunday, I thought I would take a moment to meditate on the role of community in the establishment of identity. It seems that one of the great misfortunes of western Christianity, especially of the sort I grew up in, (Protestant / Evangelical) is it’s failure to see beyond itself, its


All Knowledge – OR – Lovers Walking to the Beach.

I want to write a series on Corinthians. But as I picked it up to read it recently, I found myself not praying that God open my eyes to see more deeply, but somehow praying something different. I was asking instead that I wouldn’t be so caught up in the knowledge aspect of my studies.


Seeing the Wind

In my meditation time tonight I found myself recalling the story of Jesus walking on water. Specifically, I was thinking about Peter and his moment of horror when he saw the wind and began to sink. I wonder if the story has perhaps a little more than the simple interpretation that I usually throw at


Empty Words

As I read through the book of Job I consistently see references to empty words, words without wisdom, words that don’t measure up. As Job’s friends confront the suffering of the faithful servant, they wonder how he can speak empty words. As Job listens to his friends, he wonders how they can answer. Finally, God


Towards an Intellectual Rigorousness with Regard to Christ

I am hereby making a formal plea. I am asking that all of you make rigorous use of the intellect God gave you in your pursuit of Christ. I am also making another plea, that you forsake not the words of Paul by misapprehending the words above so as to inappropriately base your faith on any fine


Intellectual Dishonesty.

I would like to draw out a particular kind of dishonesty that can occasionally plague our attempts at faithful Christian theology. We want to teach Christ, but often we find it all to inviting to “lean on our own understanding.” We want to explain the mysteries of Christ, the mysteries of our own lives, any