I have inadvertently started a ministry at my house. I have lots of other ministry projects going simultaneously so taking on any new endeavors was not what I was looking for. All that being said and the fact that my plans seem to be upended by God pretty regularly these days, I have found myself running a healthy ministry with people routinely taking advantage of what I have to offer, a cup of tea and a listening ear.
It all started with two relatives who were at a discourse. They decided after years of a cold war of sorts that it was time to sit down at the negotiation table and diplomatically mend fences. Every Wednesday at about the same time, I'd start the kettle. Sometimes one would show, sometimes neither but I remained faithful to my being available with a ready cup of hot tea for whomever sat down. Over time, the routine and the mediation has started heading things in the right direction. To God, for that one I am grateful.
Angels must have gotten the word out about my success because more people started happening by. They'd shrug off their coats and drop their handbags and I'd ask, "care for a spot?" as I held up the cold kettle over the stove. Most nodded in agreement, some asked for coffee but everyone took a seat at my dining room table and I'd follow suit after I set up cups and bags next to the stove to await hot water. The anticipation of tea and my staring blankly at the person in front of me seemed to start the conversation rolling. People would tell me that they just stopped in to say "hi" but they end up saying a whole lot more by the time the tea bag was cold on the spoon in front of them. I was happy to listen and share my views when the need called for. Sometimes it was a lively conversation of the bible, those are the ones I love the most. God is always a splendid and timely topic at my table. A good God chat can go on for hours around here.
I must have been doing something right because the ones who happened by came back again. They'd come and I'd fire up the stove, no need to ask. I knew what we'd be doing. I'd make small talk while I got out my supplies and we settle in again for a spell. Somehow my daughter always seemed to be perfectly enthralled in her own thing as soon as someone came in. You'd hardly know she was there. Must be those angels again. They keep my otherwise rambunctious pre-schooler occupied during my ministering time.
I love the tea times with friends and family. I get ministering too. Just caring enough to come by and entrust me with their thoughts and trials says a lot about how much they value our relationship. Now, when I got to the store, I stock up on tea supplies. I have a bunch of different kinds now. I think I'll spring for some nicer cups. I have been using plain old coffee mugs. I think the new tea cups with spark a fun start to the conversations and let my friends know that I find our tea time special too. In a world that is ever revolving around the Internet and social networking, it is nice to have people who treasure the art of the in-person conversation like I do.
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