Saturday Morning, Dining Table

 

For Brittany and John

A man can do nothing better than to eat and drink and find satisfaction in his work. This, too, I see, is the hand of God.

Ecclesiastes 2:34

Grizz and I have been discussing the virtue of sitting still and knowing that He is God.

It's Saturday morning. I've found a bit of time to sit, drink coffee, read the bible, and write these words.

I'm drinking coffee from an old porcelain cup. It's not easy to see, but my fingertips tell me the handle has been glued back on. I've had this cup longer than I've been a coffee drinker and much longer than I've been a bible reader. I've had this cup longer than I've been a writer.

Unlike the vacuum-sealed mug I use for drinking coffee at work, this one won't keep the coffee warm all day. There is a slow urgency to drink it in its time while the coffee is warm and all the flavors are evident.

I'm no Solomon, but I know that new things bring only fleeting pleasure and often keep our eyes and our fingertips away from moments like this one.

The house is quiet. The coffee is hot, dark, and a little divine. There is a deep comfort in knowing that this day has started with the  Lord and with coffee in a decades old cup. There's no real rush. There're no headlines. The day ahead is filled with promise, not dread.

I pray, my friends, that you know times like this one and know them often. I pray that you are still enough to know who you are, that days are to be savored - even amidst the bustle to come.

Here's a little Guy Clark to sing you out of here