Black Coffee
I am pleased to say I have a new spiritual director. I’ve been seeing him for a month and I have to come understand that God does indeed make junk, and that I am a festering pile of it, but I am a redeemed and sanctified festering heap of putrified garbage. It’s wonderful how such revelations free you so that God can work in you!
He offered me a cup of coffee the other day when I saw him. “How do you like it,” he asks.
“Black like my soul,” I reply.
“Good,” he says. “I can work with that!”