The parson’s not one to visit the “in” coffee establishments. Often when driving by one he tries to imagine the founders of Starbucks presenting their business plan to the bank from which they were seeking financing. “So, what will be the nature of your business?” the banker probably asked. “Oh well, it’s simple,” they may have replied, “we’re going to charge $2.50 for a cup of coffee.” It’s a tribute to their selling skills they were able to make the concept successful.
Today, the parson was visiting such an establishment. He was meeting a colleague, one much younger than he, to discuss a project being planned in their area. As the parson pulled into a parking place, Alex Jefferson, pulled in beside him. They greeted each other and walked into the coffee shop.
“Hello, Alex,” said the young lady behind the counter.
“Hello to you,” Alex replied. “This is my friend, the Parson.”
“Glad to meet you, Parson,” said the young lady. Then she asked, “The regular for you Alex?”
“The regular,” said Alex.
“And you, Parson?”
“I’ll just have a cup of regular decaf,” said the parson.
“We’ve got some really interesting blends of decaf,” the young lady suggested.
“That’s a fact, Parson,” Alex added. “Maybe you’d like to try one.”
“Thanks,” the parson replied, “but the regular decaf will do.”
After receiving their coffees, the two headed to a table in the corner. Both took out a mobile device on which to make notes as they discussed the upcoming project. The conversation took longer than it should. The pair were constantly interrupted by people greeting Alex. The manager came by. More than a dozen people greeted Alex as they entered and left or sat at a nearby table.
Before leaving, the parson couldn’t resist asking: “Alex, everybody who comes into this place knows you and greets you. I’m really impressed that you’re this active in the community.”
“Well, Parson,” said Alex, “I have to admit I hang out here a lot. I mean, the atmosphere is great, and they have Wi-Fi, so I can surf the web and do a bunch of stuff online. You know, Parson, I don’t want to belittle the folks at my new appointment, but it’s not the most dynamic church in the conference. Serving that congregation is not what one would call a watershed event.”
The parson downed the remainder of his decaf, now cold. He looked at Alex for a moment considering what he was about to say. And then, he responded, “Alex, you never knew Ms. Parson. She was a really astute person, always in touch with what mattered. She taught me a lot. One day, on the last trip we took together, we stopped the car beside the road, stepped out and she facing South put her left foot on the east side of the Continental Divide and her right on the west. I put my feet on opposite sides. Now, we were a crazy couple, enjoying our senior years. So we kissed. And when the kiss was over, she said, ‘You know, this is nice. But the truth is, every day is a watershed event.’
“Alex, maybe you should hang around your parish a bit more to watch the water flow.”