Okay, Jesus. Do you take your coffee black? Or maybe a little non-dairy creamer?

Okay, Jesus. Do you take your coffee black? Or maybe a little non-dairy creamer?

Last night sitting with my two youngest  eating dinner,  it was time to bless the food. Or it was time for them to fight about who was going to say grace.

Our daughter declared it her night, closed her eyes and immediately began thanking God for everything that had occurred in her life that day. Then she abruptly stopped, opened her eyes and looked at our six year old.

“Joe. That is very rude. Would you do that if you were eating with God?

It seems while Hannah and I bowed, Joe shoveled macaroni and cheese into his mouth.

This is a big violation. Eating during the prayer. Honestly, I think it is more about a sibling power struggle than insulting our Lord, but I had to agree.

“Joe. You know we don’t eat during the prayer.”

Hannie’s words stuck with me. “That is very rude. Would you do that if you were eating with God?”

Well, if dining with our Lord, I certainly wouldn’t have served mac and cheese out of a box (though Kraft Three Cheese with the shells — is quite yummy) and chicken tenders. If I had advance notice that is.

That got me thinking. Would I be doing _(fill in the blank)   if I was hanging out with Jesus? Not the baby Jesus sitting there all pink, snugly and warm in a little car seat contraption. More like the 30 year old adult Jesus. One who could drive, enjoy a chocolate milkshake and pull for the Gators.

This is not about guilt or worry. More like a little check on behavior and thoughts before they become anything I need to feel guilt or worry.

It has the potential to be very freeing. Jesus will be most merciful and forgiving about the dishes that aren’t immediately out of the sink by mid morning, because he too must certainly enjoy getting his run in first.

Jesus is into relationships. And He was into doing the will of his Father.

What is the will of his Father? Funny, the more you invite Jesus into your day ~ the more the will of the Father becomes apparent.

I am writing all this while everyone is asleep and the house is quiet. This seems doable, no sweat.

Time to stick my coffee mug in the microwave one more time. Come on, Jesus. Do you like yours  black? Maybe a little Sweet and Low?

No. If Jesus and I are having coffee together this morning let’s get crazy and pull out the Folgers Cinnamon Swirl and make a new pot.

Have a great Friday…. Good Grief. It’s Friday!

Oh btw, how do you think Jesus takes his coffee?