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O Father of lights, from whom flow all good gifts,
I thank you for this simple cup.

Though unassuming, it is surprising.
Though uncomplicated, complex.
Though ubiquitous, significant.

In this moment I am experiencing something that is global in nature but extremely local.
I sit in a small café on the Iberian Peninsula, 
I hear the hum of conversation but understand little.
I smell espresso mingled with unknown aromas.
I sit on a simple chair but in an exotic place.
I am surrounded by the familiar but feel foreign.

And this drink that I sip speaks to the giftedness and cooperation of mankind.
Trees cultivated in gardens in far off places
Produce beans that are harvested,
And dried,
And sifted,
And packaged,
And shipped,
And roasted,
And ground,
And brewed,
And handed to me in a ceramic cup.

The making of this beverage has been through a succession of hands.
From the farmer,
To the laborer,
To the shipping engineer,
To the inspection agent,
To the delivery specialist,
To the barrista,
And finally to me.

In exchange for this incredible collaboration 
I pay a few coins. 
A trifle for this logistical miracle.

O good Father, I thank you for this steaming cup.
You made us to cultivate the earth and garden this globe
And this is only one small fruit of that labor.
In your image we exercise dominion over the ground,
That, because of our sin, 
Fights back with thorns and thistles.
But because of your grace, 
Gives way more often than not, 
To our plows and pruning sheers.

O Father, thank you for this small cup.
Thank you for your image bearers around the world and in this room.
Thank you for your unfathomed creation.
Thank you.⁠
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James 1:16-18