While sipping coffee this rainy/sunny morning, I noticed a new sandwich sign outside the church next door to Cafe Manila. The church hosts meetings and services for the different (and transient) evangelical populations here — Finnish, Dutch, British… The sign read, “Call in for Coffee.” As in, ‘Pray for it?’ I wondered.
Is there a patron saint of coffee? (Note: Yes there is! I looked it up. His name is Saint Drogo. And, in addition to coffee, he’s patron saint of many other things, including “those whom others find repulsive” … and hernias… and ruptures… and sheep and cattle. I’m serious.)
Now where were we?
|MY PRAYERS WERE ANSWERED AT CAFÉ MANILA. TWO CUPS!|
Oh, yeah, we were talking about praying for a cup of coffee… Why would anyone go to all that trouble when there’s a perfectly decent café right next door? Besides, wouldn’t the coffee be cold by the time it got here? Or maybe I’ve got this all wrong. (It’s possible.)
|PRAYER IS THE ANSWER. FAITH IS THE EXCHANGE. HEAVEN IS THE STREET…
(CLICK TO GLORIFY THE HEAVENS ABOVE LOS BOLICHES.)
|NOT NOW DARLING!
THE RESPONSE TYNAN GOT WHEN HE “CALLED IN,” WHICH MIGHT BE WHY
HE’S NOT SMILING. (SINCE I KNOW HOW MUCH HE LOVES TO HAVE HIS PICTURE TAKEN).
This of course has me singing…