As is evident in past blog posts, I *Really Enjoy* coffee. A flavorful brew just makes me happy. If I’m honest, it is part of my daily routine. Whether I make it at home or swing into the Starbucks in my building, it is, for the most part, a constant.
The thing is, I don’t just enjoy the drink, but the atmosphere.
The smells, the ambience, the crowd…and the Baristas!
Second to coffee itself, Baristas are the best part of the coffee culture.
(And can I just give a shout out to the crew at the Starbucks on West End across form Centennial Park?)
Those cats know their stuff…and their customers. And I don’t just mean their drink of choice.
They have noticed everything, from every hair cut to new glasses to “How was your vacation in Tampa last week?” They ask questions and *gasp* remember the answer.
When Jeremy commented on my recent hair cut last week, I found myself strangely convicted.
You see, I’ve grown up in church. I’ve done full time ministry. I’ve served Jesus my whole life and I don’t think I’ve ever been as consistent at asking, remembering and following up as he is.
And isn’t that what ministry is all about? Knowing God and knowing people?
I’m always so blessed when my barista friends remember a small detail or comment on something insignificant. When I was on staff at a large church, I remember I felt so overwhelmed when they began pushing us to “get to know” at least three people every weekend and follow up with them at the next service. I was so busy, remembering the little minutia was the straw that broke the camel’s back.
But you know what? Jeremy is busy too. Making coffee, working the register, stocking and cleaning and learning new products; and I guarantee there are more customers coming through his store every day than I interacted with in a Sunday at church.
But he still remembers. He still asks. He still cares.
It’s what makes Baristas great. And it’s what makes going to get coffee, even though it takes more time and costs me more in the long run, worth it.
This got me thinking-church is the same way.
People can have their time with Jesus at home-every day even and they will grow. But God created us for community. How great is it we get to have Jesus and interact with people, who despite their busyness, care? As it trickles down, it just gets better-they start to care and extend it to others around them.
Jesus is the purpose and let’s face it, enough in and of himself. But the community found in a fellowship of believers, expressing concern and love opens a whole new realm of awesome.
So, just as Jesus said if the people were silent, the stones would cry out in their place (Luke 19:40), I’m embracing and extending a challenge.
I’m not going to get a Barista love in my place.
It’s not just a command or a commission, but a privilege and an honor.
Let’s give Starbucks a run for their money and know those around us and care enough to follow up.
When is a time that you have been blessed by someone caring enough to know? How can you extend that to someone this week?