I took a sip of my coffee Sunday morning. The angels gathered around. I sensed they were there to make a point. My attention was drawn to the Styrofoam cup with its earth-friendly design.
“People took the time to invent Styrofoam, to shape it, to find a way to fuse the same and seal the bottom and color it with a pretty design so you wouldn’t burn your hands and you would find it beautiful,” they said. “Someone worked very hard to shape that lid so you could sip without spilling. There were hundreds of prototypes and many souls involved.” I looked at the simple cup, something we toss in the recycle bin, with a new perspective and appreciation.
The angels went on… “Someone grew those beans, hundreds picked them, sorted them, bagged them, shipped them, roasted them, bagged them, shipped them again, and put them on display. Someone designed the burlap bags, the pretty packaging, the machinery involved. The farmers, factory workers, delivery person, servers… all love themselves and their families enough to earn a living doing this work. Someone chose just the right combination of flavors and just the right strength because they wanted it to taste wonderful. Someone grew the grass, that fed the cows, that give the milk… and on they went, listing many more individuals who contributed to the beverage I was enjoying, previously without a great deal of thought. I started to sip… and savor more slowly.
“Ann, in that one sip of a simple cup of coffee, you are connected beyond space, and time, to thousands of souls. Thousands of souls labored to express love in some fashion or another to give you that one sip, that one simple pleasure… Can you feel the love that went into it? I took another sip, thinking of the thousands of individuals who worked to bring me this simple pleasure. I opened my heart, felt the sum total of their love, and was nearly brought me to tears.
No wonder coffee is such a spiritual experience!
Everything else too, for that matter…