It Happened at Starbucks

First, the new Pike Place Blend is perfect. I have not dug on a Starbucks bean this much in a long time ever. Their last special blend this spring (thankfully I forgot its name) tasted like weak coffee with a flower melted in it. Sick. I am not crazy about Verona or House either. I was tempted to abandon Starbucks and form a new allegiance with Dunn Brothers. But they saved themselves with this new blend. Pike Place blend is strong and bold while being smooth without a hint of bitterness. Mmm-mmm.
Second, my kids are getting too old. This is evidenced by the fact that they drink my coffee and have the sophistication to be picky about it. I keep the good Pike Place beans up in the cupboard. We keep the cheap Folgers in the canister next to the coffee pot. All three of the kids now tell their father in the morning. “If you are going to make another pot of coffee, use the Starbucks beans. I like those way better than the cheap kind.” While I rejoice that they are growing, this is not a good thing for the bean supply. I guess it is one more way for me to apply Philippians 2:4 in my household.
Third, an example all RBC church members would do well to follow. Here is what happened. I was at the counter telling the barista (I think maybe she was the manager?) that I would like one pound of the Pike Place blend. She said “I’d be happy to help you with that.” She proceeded to walk to her left, all the way around the counter, out onto the floor of the store and behind me to get the pound bag of freshly roasted beans. They were five inches from my left hand, on my side of the counter, the whole time!
I was impressed by the attitude and action of service. Instead of pointing, or pointing with an annoyed expression, or saying, “They are right there, if you don’t mind” she walked around and did it for me. The small stuff does make a big difference every now and then.
When you meet a visitor at RBC and they ask where the nursery is, instead of pointing, “It is down that hall and to the left…” What a difference it would make to say, “Come with me. I’ll take you.” What if we adopted a servant attitude every Sunday morning?