Seriously…
I often take myself too much sometimes
Thinking I am much when I am not
Thinking I am a difference
When all I am is a symptom
Seriously…
I don’t take God enough
Thinking he isn’t much
Thinking he isn’t a difference
Seriously…
Does it really matter?
Do I count for something?
Its not that I don’t know who I am
Or have no confidence in what He can do
I am not an idiot
Seriously…
But I know he can do anything with me or without
I know that his plan doesn’t depend on me
Nor is it hinged on me, I mean come on,
Seriously…
Like I matter that much
Why not someone else, why not someone more able
More capable, more righteous than me
I know they are out there, I walk by them everyday
And its just a constant reminder to not take myself too
Seriously…

its not just coffee...

Starbucks. The great american addiction. Every place I have every traveled, in the States or Europe or Asia, there is a Starbucks within reach. The city of Denton was for a long time deprived of a free-standing Starbucks, forced to rely on the small stands you found in Kroger or Barnes and Nobles that simply "brewed" Starbucks, but were in the end just imposters. After all, what makes Starbucks such an addiction isn't that unique intentionally burnt caffinated gold they serve. What makes Starbucks the great American fly paper is the fact that no matter what state you are in, the color of your skin, the piercings you might have or the clothing you may wear, you are treated exactly the same, and not just by the people behind the counter. When you walk through the doors of a Starbucks, some magical mumbo jumbo happens and the playing field is leved. Social status, economic status, racial status... there is simply no status at all. Funny thing is, Starbucks acts more like a church than most churches I know... not the four walls mind you, but the living, breathing, body of Christ. Maybe we should take notes.