In the morning I can feel happy just by thinking about coffee. Just the idea of coffee makes me smile. There is justice in the world after all: I can drink coffee. Drinking the coffee I am getting my hopes up again: This can turn out to be a really good day. I feel sorry for people who don’t drink coffee.

I can enjoy my coffee all by myself or I can share the moment with friends. If the company is good there are no limits. Ideas are born, news is shared and compliments and feedback is filling the air. Sometimes it is a play ground and sometimes it is a holy place for revelation. No kidding. I have seen it. I have taken part.

I am really impressed by what can happen through good conversations. Lately I have had several meetings with great people, and I am amazed beyond expectation what can happen during a couple of hours talk.

Recently a meeting with an old friend turned out to be a place of acknowledgement and encouragement. For both of us I believe.

In some cases I think: God must be here. These words are putting everything into place! I should probably have built an altar there. At least I should have put up a small rock; a token of gratitude and appreciation. A milestone.

I think it must be almost the same feeling that for instance Jacob had, described in Genesis:
‘There he built an altar, and he called the place El Bethel, because it was there that God revealed himself to him when he was fleeing from his brother.’

But I don’t think he had coffee. Poor guy.