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  • The people stand as the band on the stage plays a few popular songs. The people on the stage are into it, and I'm trying to get into it as well. I'm a visitor, and this is my first time attending this church, but I can't help but notice a person standing in front of me. Standing, one hand on the chair in front of her, the other grasping a cup of Starbucks coffee which the church is "proudly serving."

    I can't help but judge her, thinking to myself, "Does she not know that this is worship?"

    Then I looked over and saw someone else doing the same thing.. I tried not to let it distract me as much as I believed that cup of coffee was distracting them, however, my mind just kept going back as I wondered if this was a church I was at or an overpopulated coffee house.

    An instant after all these thoughts ran their course in my mind, another thought followed. Why am I judging this person who I do not even know? It's not like a cup of coffee will hinder someone from being able to worship, and here I am acting like it's impossible to hold a cup of coffee and focus on worship. After all it would be a complete contradiction to have a coffee shop but not allow people to bring the coffee inside, but did she really have to hold it during the worship?

    I have a very interesting church background. I have been to a ton of churches, and believe that everyone should go to one, but it's far too easy for me to forget the world I live in and even easier to forget the God I serve. My youth pastor accepted Jesus Christ into his life while as high as a kite because God was moving on his heart even then. I quickly realized that it is foolish to think that God can't move in someone's heart while they hold a cup of coffee. In one sense this blog is a confession, on the other hand it's a reminder.

    I went on to enjoy the rest of the church service, but that lady stuck in my mind as a reminder that though I will never hold a cup of coffee in my hand during worship; I am surrounded by people, everyone as different as the writers on this blog community. We are a human race as complex as the God I serve. That lady reminds me of the futility of judging the hearts of others, and the importance of focusing on my own heart, enjoying the company of others, and remembering the place of comfort in God's presence.
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