I Have Arrived (but where did I come from?)

When I was a teenager, I used to watch music videos on television. I know that today with all of the different nostalgia shows on the "music channels" that this idea must seem antiquated, but that is how it was (in my best old fogey voice) - back in my day. VH1 was for the more mature crowd, and MTV was young and hip. I was never hip, but being young I spent most of my time on MTV. Occasionally I would drift over to VH1 especially on Sunday mornings. I recall a time where I drifted over for a "Sunday Brunch" type of thing, and there on screen was a beautiful ocean with Adirondack chairs sitting on the beach and a Kenny G type of sax solo was playing in the background. The image stuck with me. This is what adults do on a Sunday morning...read the newspaper in bed together, children come to jump under the covers and you relish what is left of the weekend.

Fast-forward almost 20 years. It is not a Sunday morning. In fact, it is a Monday night, and being the techno-geeks that we are, my husband and I are in our comfy-cozy bed, each with our own laptops, and typing away. My son comes bounding onto the bed to peer over each screen to see what is going on. And he anxiously awaits his turn. I have arrived.

The Gospel According To Starbucks

No, it is not a new coffee cult where we bow at the altar of Starbucks with the aroma of fresh brewed beans wafting heavenly as an incense offering. Instead it is a wonderful read about having a "Grande Passion" - passionately sold out to, enveloped by, and completely immersed in Jesus Christ - and sharing Him with the culture we are in. Admittedly, I am only about 50 pages into the book, but the writing appeals to me.

All of this talk of Starbucks has me craving my standard order. If only I were within a reasonably short driving distance to my local SB, I would order a venti - YES, VENTI - iced caramel macchiato.

BTW, if you click here, you can read more about it at Amazon.