I was preparing for a message for our church’s youth on Sunday. By now I’ve spent hours dissecting the Word and trying to make sense of what I’m reading. As a breather, I stopped pouring over the verses before me and started watching the other people inside the coffee shop.
In my mind backstories for these people were forming: who they are, what they were doing before they got to this place, who they are with, what they are talking about, what kind of coffee they usually order, etc.
All those details were already entering my mind when thoughts of you set in. You were not really a farfetched idea considering that you are a coffee buddy and I was in a coffee shop. It was only natural that I remember you. My mind needed a creative outlet, and our coffee and food trysts would have been a perfect source of inspiration for writing. I decided against it though, against writing in general. I got too lazy writing without a laptop to type on.
Then I also had to ask myself, “What do I write about you anyway?” Or more precisely, how do I write you, if I should write you at all? Should I write you as you are, or should I wrap you up with fiction? As one of our students had pointed out, a coffee shop love affair would be too “cute”, and I was seriously tempted to try to write one.
But I happen to be preparing for a Biblical message on love, and love (at least the romantic kind) happens to be one of my monsters, and I find that monsters are chased away and not nursed. At this point, I wouldn’t want you to be a monster in my mind that I’ll have to chase away.
So instead of writing you, I just continued sipping my cold coffee while staring at other people and entertaining thoughts of our next random coffee date.