A morning espresso and God

As the winter air finally arrives to our area, I open up the windows to my house and brew myself a cup of espresso in my Aeropress (a portable camping espresso maker, literally a tube plunger you brew coffee in; nothing fancy but makes a good cup of joe). As the steam wafts from my mug skyward by my windowsill, so do my prayers to God. The morning, for me and I know for many, is a sacred time. The world does not yet stir and seems to slowly come alive. As I sip from my mug, so does my mind and my spirit come alive. I begin to think of the coming holiday season and all that I have to be thankful for. My mind turns to recollections of the past year, my very first as a pastor, and I let loose from my lips a quiet yet profound "Thanks be to God!" Lightly in the background, my jazz records play. Alas, fall or maybe winter has finally come, for however long it will last here in Louisiana, and I again give thanks to God for all the small blessings he bestows on us, his beloved. I cherish such mornings, as all should, for each is a unique gift from God.

From Father's Desk

Fr. Casey R Dugas