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That Coffee Pot in Heaven…

IMG0687ASometimes I carry a cup of coffee with me as Boza and I take our first walk of the day. It was 3:30 a.m. and the sun was just starting to peak over the horizon. The fog disliked the sun and ran away to hide and after awhile, it had hidden well enough to see the world again. I sat down upon my little homemade seat at the monastery and sipped that last dredge of cold coffee from the cup. Then it hit me…

IMG0689AWhere is the coffee pot to refill my cup with?

I as you can see from the image to the left, was sitting at the same spot that I was stumbling around the other night in the super dense fog. that is the door to the right and I nailed it shut, plus spiked the large beams into the wood of the door also. Yes, I am very familiar with this particular area and like to sit here, because a breeze always blows through the open door I sit in. The roof is gone and it creates a wind tunnel anytime of the day…

My seat is at the bottom of the image…

Therefore, now you know where I sit to meditate sometimes, though this morning, I wished for another cup of hot delicious coffee and there was no coffee pot or even a coffee machine nearby… 🙂

That did not stop me from thinking and what crossed my mind was if everyone had a spot like this to think and contemplate what their decisions, actions and desires cause upon the world at large and around themselves. maybe we would have a better world…

I truly believe that we humans are unable to understand that we are just animals and much of our reactions is pure mindless motions and emotions. It also dawned on me that it is easy to be evil! Evil takes no effort as its design is that way, good is hard to do. Being good means we must resist things, things we desire, being bad means we do not have to resist anything. Why; we can love God and still dance the tune of the Devil in the background…

We are natural hypocrites…

I use to watch, at my Baptist University in a dry county (no alcohol,) the baptist leaders, who preached no dancing and no alcohol to the young college students, gather across the county line to a wet county (lots of alcohol,) by the hundreds and dance and party hearty many times. I knew all their nasty secrets, for I directed their food service and very few people know more about the lies, games and playings, than the person who feeds the parties. Hypocrisy at its best…

Thus, sooner than later, I was driven to rise, by a sin of mine! That desire for another cup of coffee…

cup of steaming coffeeAs I was walking home, I realized that if God had just put a coffee pot up at the monastery, or even a coffee machine (for I would have been glad to pay for a cup of coffee,) I could have stayed longer and thought more about life…

But then again, he may have had enough of my thoughts this morning and wanted me to go home… 😉

Have a nice day…

Post by Kyle Keeton
Windows to Russia…

5 Comments

  1. Jim_D June 24, 2015

    Thermos buddy. Be strategic, fill the cup and thermos; drink the first cup while walking to the Monastery. Take a cup from the thermos for the next part of the walk, and hide the thermos in the grass. Upon returning that way, there will be a cup left in the thermos for the trip home. This is from one serious coffee drinker to another.

  2. Russian_Village Post author | June 24, 2015

    I know and a great idea, just have to buy a thermos and then use it. But a few mornings like this and I will use it, just need to get one now. I know a little store that carries them in the Fish Village and will get one next time I am there. Thanks for the idea…

    Kyle

  3. Marion June 24, 2015

    I carry a light blue thermos (from Target) with me when I drive into town (15 miles to Target) filled with my fresh and delicious morning coffee. Two miles before I reach my store, I pass a Starbucks on one side of the road and a Circle K on the opposite side. (At the Junction of I-10, Ina Rd. and the Southern Pacific Railroad tracks). I never stop as there is no need ~ Saves me money!

  4. Russian_Village Post author | June 24, 2015

    Marion, 🙂 I smile because I have not seen a Target, Circle K for a long time now. But we have Starbucks in Moscow…

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