I broke routine this morning. I interrupted my morning commute to work with a pit stop at Starbucks and a book in hand. It’s been a very long time since I have sat and read over a latte and to my surprise, Jesus was there.  

I ordered a sinful Caramel Brulee Latte and took a seat along the perimeter so that I could watch the subtle rain drops collide with the ground outside. I opened my book in hand, Just Courage by Gary Haugen and reached for my latte. But before I could take in my first sip of that delightful little beverage, I was met by Jesus who had appeared somehow on my Christmas themed cup.

“What?” you say. “You saw the face of Jesus on your holiday cup? It was surfer Jesus wasn’t it? You know, the one where he looks as if he just stepped out of the ocean with his long board under his arm and his long hair dripping with salt water and a little piece of seaweed?” Nice try but that’s not what I mean when I say I saw Jesus on my cup.