Gene went out for coffee this morning to a local coffee shop named Rebekah's Espresso. He was enjoying a cup with a friend and the owner of the shop decided to roast a pound of Arabica beans and give them to Gene. He knew (or heard) that he loved coffee. He even printed his name on the label. That is just a slice of life here in the Central Valley of California! Isn't it grand?
Now, if I could just get people to stop confessing, while in the grocery store, their reasons why they have not been in church!
So, if you are in town, stop by Rebekah's shop and enjoy a cup!