This morning I began my usual routine of rolling out of bed, clumsily and blindly making my way to the kitchen, filling my small pot with water and putting it on high heat. I usually wait for the water to boil, brew my sccalding hot tea, then sit down and enjoy the fragrance and flavor and quiet while my blurry thoughts begin to focus. I do this pretty much every morning. The same thing. It works. As I sip my tea, my head clears and I can begin my day. But this morning, I had an even more brilliant idea! If I heated my water in a larger pan, it would boil twice as fast and I could be enjoying my perfect cup of tea in half the time. So I grabbed my sauce pot, poured a cup worth of water into it and set it on the stove. True to my logic, the water boiled in half the time and I was sitting in my chair holding my tea in mere moments! Sometimes I scare myself… I mean, really! What a great idea. I should have thought of this earlier. If I had an electric-auto-timed tea-pot that instinctively knew what time I was arising each morning and boiled my water accordingly, I probably would have. But this morning, I was pleased just to be sitting, enjoying the anticipation of that first sip of the perfect cup of tea.
Slurp! Egads! What in the world????
My tea had the distinct aroma and taste of oregano, basil, garlic and tomato! Not the rich, robust blend of perfectly picked black tea leaves I was expecting for my morning ritual! My serenity was shattered! It was an affront to my quasi-british-irish-by-way-of-california-and-Texas roots!
Swill! Poison! Blech!
As I pondered returning to the kitchen, I reflected on my situation. While the idea of getting to my state of tea-nirvana in a rapid fashion was truly and understandably a brilliant idea, skipping a thorough examination of my preparation process was not. Now I know you are probably thinking, “Poor, Poor Woman. She wasn’t in her right mind. No wonder she blundered. She just needed a good cup of tea before all her neurons were firing. Give her a break.” My thoughts exactly. Well, not really, but if I would have thought that at the moment, I would have heartily agreed. In reality, All I could think was, “do I have the energy to re-make a cup of tea, or should I just drink this hot sludge and call it even?”
So now I sit here, at my computer, tea-less and waging an internal war, pitting the splendor of perfectly brewed tea against (gasp!) the ideas of digressing to my earlier and less loved brewed coffee, inventing a mind controlled electric tea-pot, returning to my longer though nearly fool proof routine of making tea in my little pot, or re-evaluating my dish washing techniques? My mind is tea-less and uninspired. I am not capable of making such life altering decisions in my current state of being. Which begs the question: why? why me? Why today?
These are the things we think, and do. But ultimately all our little musings must lead us to a bigger and brighter world, mustn’t they? My world is made just a bit brighter each day that I live wherein the perfect cup of tea does not elude me. For you, it may be the blessed brew, or the Starbucks drive thru, maybe a french press of dark roast, or the frosted glass of orange juice. What ever it is, I implore you! Find your way back to that place of perfection and do NOT deviate! For the love of all that is good and decent in this crazy world! Do not deviate, my friends! Stay the course! The alternative has a price too costly to bear.
I am brewing a fresh cup of tea now. Blessings to y’all and remember to Be Face to Face!
Blessed be the name of the LORD from this time forth and forevermore! Psalm 113:2