What slow brewing coffee taught me about Faith

These days my kitchen counter has become my altar. The chalice? A glass coffee maker. The wine? Water just off the boil. I always pour deliberately, slowly, and with intention because, before the busyness of my day, this task is an altar upon which may descend the fire of God’s grace. The aroma of freshly ground coffee beans brewing is my prayer, set forth as incense, ascending to the throne room of God.