Isn't it interesting how much we change over time? I suppose our bodies will be in a perpetual state of change until we die and go on to our final destination. Only there, in the presence of an unchanging God, will we stop developing and evolving. As a child I loathed onions and peppers, and now at twenty-six I'm planting a garden full of the things. The same can come with a genre in music that we once hated but now like, or with a film or a particular book. Truly, as fickle as we are as humans, we're inclined to change our opinions about one thing or another multiple times in our lives.
Many people dread change, so much so that there's a phobia of it: Metathesiophobia. Sometimes change is wonderful, sometimes horrible, and however it comes we're given very little choice in the matter. Change is inevitable. Change is constant. (This paradox does not escape me.) Me? I'm okay with change. I understand that there's a God out there in control of everything and that I'm not even a tiny speck of matter in this giant universe we live in. There are plenty of sudden things that happen that are earth shattering, but I realize that I'm not the one in control here and that all I can do is try and get on with things as soon as I can. Normalcy is good, but complacency and laziness not so much. That's why I challenge myself personally so often, to avoid growing lazy.
That's where coffee comes in. It's another one of those changes in my life. Used to (ten years ago), I drank those syrupy-sugary-thick cappuccino things you get for two bucks at the gas station. I liked that sickly sweetness. Now, I shudder to imagine sipping on one. I like bitter, dark coffee, especially if it's in a whole bean form straight from the land of Ethiopia. (When some friends returned from Ethiopia on an adoption trip, they brought back almost 40 lbs. of whole coffee beans. I fortunately received some of that swag.) I like to make a pot that when I hold it up to the morning sunlight it's too dark to see through. Splash in a touch of milk or creamer and I'm a happy man.
And one thing that I love about coffee is the community that comes with it. While I usually make a half a pot a day throughout the week and am the sole drinker of that pot, it's at the Wednesday morning Coffee Talk group that I enjoy my favorite brew. This group of men is a community of brothers that I look forward to spending time with every week. We come together, chew on some scripture, and challenge ourselves with living out the love that Jesus told us to exhibit. We're not satisfied being the norm and resting in our comfort zones. No, we want to help people like Jesus did, by being real and honest, not superficial and withdrawn. In essence, we're craving change.
Many people dread change. I'm just not one of them.