Airports are weird.
I have been in a whole lot of airports in my relatively short lifetime, and they are all the same…and yet all so vastly different.
There are people, lots of people. And those people are all either waiting around and wasting time or running frantically. I so enjoy watching the spectrum of people. There are the business travelers who view flying as just another frustrating commute. There are the adventurers; these are usually the people wearing Chaco’s, use a backpack the size of a middle schooler, and openly talk about the week that has passed since their last shower. There are also the family vacationers. These families usually consist of overly excited and wide-eyed kids, an angsty and embarrassed teenager, a tired mom, and a stressed-out dad who is silently rethinking the trip.
But, no matter what airport I go to, I sometimes, ok usually…. Alright, always get a coffee. There are two reasons for this. The first, I like coffee. The second, I like “airport coffee.”
The funny thing about airport coffee is that it never tastes the same. Even if I go to a “chain” café that I am used to, it still tastes different. I could walk out of the airport and grab a cup of coffee across the street from the same chain and it would, a) be about $20 cheaper, and b) taste completely different. Airport coffee is always different, never boring, and always a well-needed refresher in the midst of my travels.
During my last trip, I was thinking about what is so different and special about airport coffee. (I know, it’s a very odd thing to think about for any length of time, but try to remember I was in an airport and very bored.) One delayed flight later I think I solved the coffee puzzle. While I’m sure there are real reasons (different water, mass productions, faster turnaround, etc.) I prefer to stick with my own reasoning.
My perspective is different.
I am looking forward to the place that I will be traveling to, whether it is a vacation or a mission trip, I am focused on where I am going. My mood tends to be one extreme or another, either stressed and anxious or relaxed and lost in thought.
Because of that, the coffee that I drink is always a nice reminder of where I am. Since it’s not a good idea to drink hot coffee fast, trust me I’ve learned that lesson, the pause causes me to slow down and refocus on my current physical location.
A few days ago, we, along with millions of other people around the globe, celebrated Easter Sunday. We celebrated Jesus’ resurrection from the dead. Think about that for a second, He was really truly 100% dead…then He told His heart to start beating again.
If that doesn’t send shivers down your spine then I’m not sure anything will.
As I think about Jesus’ resurrection I can’t help but think about airport coffee. (Stick with me on this for a minute.) As we reflect on this incredible triumph that Jesus had over death it should cause us to pause, reflect, and refocus. As we think about Jesus’ resurrection we should remember that what He did was completely different from anything ever done before in history. And a life with Jesus is never boring.
Lamentations 3:22-23 says, “The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases; His mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning, great is your faithfulness.”
I thank God that His mercies are new every morning. I thank God that He never gets boring. And, oh boy, do I thank God that His steadfast love for me never ceases.
I pray that God gives us a continually fresh perspective when it comes to thinking about Jesus and His resurrection. The truth of the Gospel should be as new, fresh, exciting, and wonderful as when we first heard and received it.
Airport coffee is awesome, but Jesus is awesomeerer!