When you're in a funk due to a lack of coffee, you're in a coffunkle, having either run out of your favourite bean at home, or you haven't had your fill/fix for the day.
This means you get to go out to pick up the stash. Which holds the promise of finding a muse in a joint where other coffunkly things always seem to present themselves randomly.
Things such as a ton of conversations which underwrite a world of muchness, people watching, catching the aroma of the bean being roasted and prepared, and of course the muchness of hearty people you keep wanting to go back to again and again.
The world of "the bean".
And for me, the world of the muse.
I distinctly remember my first introduction to the bean. All I can say is a couple of espressos made a javaphile out of me. I went from instant coffee to beans in one swift tasting.
The ton of conversations and people watching that followed contributed to my discovery of a whole new world that suited my senses. The bean had started a community. One that understood the underwritten benefits of wallowing in such muchness.
You never leave empty. You always carry the aroma of joy unspeakable with you.
People ask why this has become such a culture. The answer is simple - the bean mirrors something the world needs desperately: Belonging. To unconditionally be. To exhale.
Think about it. Isn't this how koinonia works? Fellowship in a belonging environment where you can exhale and unconditionally be.
And to think you can get all that from just being in a coffunkle.
God will be waiting, because He's got you.
