I like STRONG coffee, you know, the kind that approximates black ink. When I sip a cup, I want it to feel like
heavyweight punch. My body pulsates, my mind sharpens, the spoon dissolves, the aroma causes furniture to levitate.
Strong coffee has saved my marriage! Without it, I mumble and grunt to my wife. With it, I am a chatterbox! She likes to talk with me. She doesn’t like a Neanderthal grunter husband.
Are your prayers STRONG or weak?
Don’t get me wrong. Some prayer is better than no prayer. And I’m not quite ready to say God prefers espressos. But maybe your prayers, honestly, are more unfeeling religious duty without much zing. Distill the caffeine jolt of faith!
If you like weak coffee, don’t be offended. The comparison is meant to encourage better
praying, not insult your tastes! Cheers! Drink up!