I am not feeling right, but this coffee will make a new man of me. You make the best coffee in the world.”
–James Oliver Curwood (In Honor of the Big Snows)
Pard, there’s somethin’ to be said ’bout good coffee. Well, for that matter, there’s somethin’ to be said ’bout most any coffee. I came across something the other day that said coffee is a healthy drink. It helps the body operate on a normal basis, whatev’r that is, and to my way of thinkin’ it helps the soul rest in contemplation. However, it said that to add any moo-juice to it, or any thing in the form of cream–cow, goat, moose or otherwise that it destroys all the good of the coffee for yur system. Why, Pard, I’ve been tellin’ yuh that for years. Drink the honest-to-goodness brew.
Now, I didn’t bother listenin’ to the rest of the story. Hard for me to sit through those spiels, those things called podcasts. Just let me read it. I can read faster than I can listen to those yokels talk, then at the end I find that I wasted my time, and at my age, time is an important commodity.
But back to the idea of purity. Yuh might recall reading regarding the ingredients of the “holy anointing oil.” It had to be made of special ingredients, pure ingredients, mixed just right with nothin’ else added. A person wouldn’t go puttin’ no goat’s milk in it, nor substitute another ingredient. There was a right way to make it, with no additives or preservatives. Like that coffee yur drinkin’ this mornin’, just the pure perkin’ of the bean. Ahhh, the aroma almost lifts yuh out of any mully-grubs yuh might have been in.
Yuh know, I’m thinkin’ that’s one reason the Lord wants us to worship in spirit and in life. Don’t add anythin’ to the work of the Holy Spirit. Let Him be pure in yur life. Go ahead, Pard, yuh can drink while I’m explainin’. That’s why the Lord said, “blessed are the pure in heart.” He means the heart has no additives to it, that it’s wholly set apart for Him. The heart’s to be like that thar coffee yur a-drinkin’–pure. A pure heart delights the Lord, just like pure coffee delights yur gizzard.
Be thinkin’ of that this here comin’ week. Yuh do know that another month will pass us by. Sure is true that time flies, an’ the older yuh get, it goes faster. Why I remember….ha, guess I’ll save that story for another time. Yuh be careful, now–there’s hostiles out there and wolves seekin’ to devour the unawares and weak. Yuh be checkin’ that cinch, so’s yuh don’t fall prey to any of them ferocious critters.
Vaya con Dios.