Fantastic Flat Whites and The Church
Ah, the effect of sunshine and spring on the tastebuds or perhaps merely a happy run of good coffee joints in the last few weeks. Or both.
Caravan Coffee Kings Cross (Granary Building, 1 Granary Square, London N1C 4AA)
Beans: Caravan Market Blend (Fazenda Ouro Verde, Brazil (Pulped Natural), La Marianela, Colombia (Fully Washed)?)
Julius Meinl Poetry Cafe Pop-up (Old Truman Brewery, Shoreditch, London)
Beans: Julius Meinl Tanzania Limited Edition
This is the cheapest tasty flat white I’ve had…and also the most I’ve been paid for doggerel! Almost Yirgacheffe-like.
Black Sheep Coffee Mobile Espresso (Vibe Bar, 91-95 Brick Lane, London)
Beans: Black Sheep Coffee Eye Opener Double Caffeine Espresso (100% robusta! Indian Kaapi Royale Mandarin)
Machine: Nuova Simonelli Appia II Compact
This standout flattie was a 100% robusta from India in very smooth milk. Light on the tongue with orange-chocolate fragrance.
Overly-stretched (haha) metaphor or not, have been thinking lots about the human equivalent of coffee beans, milk, espresso machines. Like the constituents of a flat white, the church too is made up of different raw materials. But I suspect we don’t quite put as much effort in getting the best out of each person’s God-given gifts as indie coffeeshops obsess about their beans, milk, and coffee.
Church leaderships always moan that 20% of the congregation does 80% of the work, and complain about the rest being consumers but perhaps it is the leaders that have caused this state of affairs by choosing to focus their attention only on those with gifts that their particular church values as important – some go gaga over musical talent, others over intellectual clout, others over positions of influence in society.
But if as a church, we are a kingdom of priests, a holy nation, a chosen race, living stones being built into a spiritual house (1 Peter 2); if we are all parts of the body of Christ with each member needing to play their unique part (1 Corinthians 12), then leaders need to ensure that each stone/part is strong in faith and godly.
“Oh,” says the senior pastor,”I need to train up leaders, so I’ll concentrate only on “Blokes Worth Watching”. Someone else will do it.”
“Oh,” says the Bible study leader in a reformed church,”I need to train up potential Bible study leaders. Remember, Jesus gathered only 12 disciples around him. Someone else will do it.”
And so the congregation sees only the meritocratic hierarchy that they need to climb to be of any value to the church (and so they think, to God). What a waste of talent. What severe amputations of the rest of the body. What a tragic throwing away of so many lives.
(For the avoidance of doubt, this is no reflection on the present Local Church since the Rector is quite diversified in his 121s, nor is it a personal gripe – since i am more than adequately employed and looked after there.)
The dear receptionist, seeing that the cook and i were severely exhausted from a full week of A Passion For Life events, bought us both coffees from Curators Coffee (9 Cullum Street, City of London) and Association Coffee (10-12 Creechurch Lane, City of London). My Nude Espresso Kenyan Gatomboya from Curators was a nicely savoury creamsicle. A good caffeine hug from another bit of the body.