Stories, thoughts and reflections on the Bible from the WSFC Staff.
A couple of days ago something meaningful happened to me at Starbucks. Now, before I go any further, I need to mention that I am an “equal opportunity coffee shop frequenter.” I’ve been known to be at Urban Grange, The Archive, Ike Box, Gov Cup, Broadway Commons, and even, hit the Dutch Bros drive-thru.
Okay…now that I’ve given my disclaimer, I want to relay a story that took place at my most frequent spot. After it happened I immediately “blogged” about it at www.johnfehlen.com, but I felt like it was too good to be banished to a little known corner of the internet…so, here it is. Enjoy.
I am at my local Starbucks just about every day. I know, I know: I have a problem (the first step is admitting right?). But in my defense, two of my four kids have worked at our neighborhood Starbucks and, well, I’m a good family man. Also, I believe approximately ten or so baristas attend our church, which makes it one of those “return of the tithe” kinda things!
So I think I’m justified. Stop judging me.
Sure I’m a espresso addict, but more than anything I’m here for the people. I love to see folks…you know, the coffee shop regulars. One such regular is Amos.
Amos is 92 years old. He’s a kind elderly gentleman that exudes warmth. He is usually in his seat right when the doors open. Then, after chit-chatting with the other patrons, finishing his tall Pikes Place, and perusing the newspaper, he will make the long, slow shuffle to the door. I always give Amos a glance and a friendly “good morning sir” but we’ve never had a long conversation.
He told me about how his morning was shaping up. Tidbits from the newspaper. His next stop was to go to Snap Fitness to exercise a little bit (remember he’s 92!). Then we talked about his knees and hips and how he was able to avoid surgery by simply moving and being active rather than sitting in his chair for too long.
Then before he walked out the door, he stopped, came back to me and asked: “Are you the pastor at the church up the hill?” I acknowledged that I was.
He said: “Young man, heaven and earth will pass away, but word of God endures forever. Every day before I do anything I read the Word. Then at night before I go to bed, I read the Word. It is my life.”
I leaned forward because he had my full attention.
Then he looked me in the eye and said: “May the Lord richly bless you today and may God speak to you in a fresh way.” I nodded in agreement and whispered an “Amen.” He then smiled and shuffled his way out the door to this truck.
That’s Amos of Starbucks.
The Old Testament prophet also named Amos captured this in Amos 8:11…“The days are coming when I will send a famine through the land, not a famine of food or a thirst for water, but a famine of hearing the words of the Lord.”
I can’t think of a worse kind of famine. Let’s pray that we don’t experience a famine such as this again in our land or hearts.
Well, let’s be like Amos of Starbucks who hungers and thirsts daily for the word of the Lord.