Red Cups at Starbucks

Kopp Disclosure

(John 3:19-21)

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    While riding home from a meeting of Blackhawk Presbytery, I listened to Elton John's Madman Across the Water.

    I really like "Indian Sunset.'

    Uh, like is not the right word.

    Anyway, I'm sure ideological fascists are befuddled by my tastes in...

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    I stopped for coffee; after all, I was coming home from a clergy meeting.

    While drinking Christmas Blend in one of their non-descript red cups, I thought about the irony that has infuriated the ideological fascists about those red cups.

    Of course, I'm used to asinine drama.

    I'm a pastor.

    I'm a Presbyterian pastor.

    Ugh.

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    Americans have the luxury of asinine drama.

    We're so spoiled.

    Around the world, people are wondering if they can feed their children or if some Islamofascistnutball is gonna chop off their heads.

    Americans are OCD about their deodorants keeping 'em dry all day long.

    We stink.

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    Presbytery comes back to mind.

    Essentially and gracefully - all things considered - we let another church leave.

    That's three in the last few years.

    They are free and clear to run off to another denomination that doesn't stink as bad as our's does right now but will in a few years.

    Humanity.

    Never gets so good that it outgrows the need for Lord Jesus as Savior.

    Moretheless, others will follow.

    Some will exit faithfully.

    Most won't.

    Some will remain faithfully.

    Most won't.

    As for me, I will go down with the sinking ship because...

    The cross comes to mind.

    Sacrifice before celebration.

    He said, "If anyone would come after Me, let him deny..."

    He also said, "The servant is not above..."

    Well, you know how that goes.

    If you're a Presbyterian or in a sister mainline franchise and can't complete those sentences because you don't, find a Bible with red letters in it and read 'em.  It won't take more than an hour or two.

    Getting back to the presbytery meeting, it was really great.

    No, I'm serious.

    It was really great.

    People even mentioned Jesus by name.

    Rare.

    Cool.

    O.K., two interims who, I think, were attending their first meeting had an awful lot to say.  They even lectured us on some stuff; bringing to mind a pastor long ago who was as old as I am now: "Bob, you've got to earn the right to speak at presbytery."  If I have to explain that to you, you wouldn't understand anyway.  Obviously, the two new fellahs don't.  Maybe that's why they're interims.  Maybe that explains Trump.  Don't know.  Your guess is as good as mine.

    I left the meeting feeling really good/well/healed/whatever.

    Just goes to prove that unless you're a hyper-Calvinist, anyone can be saved because Jesus wants everyone to be saved.

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    I really like the coffee at Starbucks.

    Especially the Christmas Blend.

    The red cups don't bother me.

    I kinda like 'em.

    I guess that says a lot about me - good, bad, and otherwise.

    Can't wait to hear from the ideological fascists.

    Not.

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Blessings and Love!

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