I just discovered Panera for the perfect writer’s haunt that it is. The fire is lit for me, after lunch there is no crowd and many more available tables than Starbucks. And their coffee is good enough that I don’t have to pay an arm and a leg for espresso.
So I’ve been here twice this week. I have observed several other customers quietly claiming their corner with a good book: the Bible! It’s so exciting to me that even in “liberal” Olympia Christ’s followers take His word unashamedly with them into public places. Once I saw three women bent over a Beth Moore study. I’ve also seen a cluster of men, not sharing as loudly to be sure, but loudly enough for me to eavesdrop, keeping accountability with each other.
So this leads me to one more thought. I am reading “Developing Your Secret Closet of Prayer.” I have been welcomed each morning into the throne room. It’s like the Lucy in The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe. As soon as I step into the solitude of my “closet” I am escorted into the Holy of Holies.
It is important to enjoy a public display of affection for the Lord. But as Christians our personal relationship with God will suffer if we only meet with Him in coffee shops. I am one of the worst, I admit. It’s fun to get a cup of coffee and be surrounded by the hubbub of other people doing life. I am more addicted to the atmosphere than to the caffeine.
I think it is important to meet with the Lord in the quiet, away from other people, away from innocent distractions. I am also learning how important it is for me personally to stop talking. Even if it is words of praise and not a list of wants, honestly what my Father has to say is much more important than anything I can ramble on about.
So, I am going to use my coffee shop time to communicate with you, and with face-to-face friends. I love to write and I love to share hot, liquid perfection with Dana, but my time with my Father is sacred.