I met Pastor Gary Miller last week at a nearby coffee shop. Isaiah 30 came up. He said he would be preaching on it next Sunday. That might be why our conversation centered around the battle imagery.
Either way, we gathered around a kind of flagpole, confessing our rebellion and oppression.
We talked about the difficult paths. Those behind us. And those ahead.
Here, Gary turns and leans his back against the brick wall. His white hair is long, tousled over like a prophet’s. He keeps that dark jacket on, but not because he’s anxious to leave. He simply sat down and wore what he came here wearing.
Gary is that kind of guy.
The table between us is small. Its wooden planks are uneven and full of unfinished coffee rings. Today we contribute two more circles to that conversation.
But there is another one taking place under the table. There’s a secret drawer here. Customers pull it open and place notes inside. Or they scribble responses to the notes others left. Usually, though, people are just curious about what other people are saying.
I opened the drawer once, but I held back from digging through it. It didn’t feel right.
I have enough unanswered questions through which to rifle.
“In repentance and rest you will be saved,
In quietness and trust is your strength.”
(Isaiah 30:15 NASB)
So tonight I’ll meditate on two coffee cups, a bunch of interlocking coffee rings and all the things of the spirit that don’t have a definite shape and don’t fit in our hands.
And trust that He’ll keep pouring.