Some Sunday mornings, you really do need the promise of the best latte in town to have the inspiration to get out of bed and go to church.
And often, it's those same Sundays that you have an epiphany in church, while you're standing in the back holding a 20 pound baby, listening to a homily about preaching the gospel with gentleness and love. Gentleness and love. Amen! And you're thankful for all that gentleness and love, because you still might get some of the new mass parts wrong.
And then you quite joyfully trot over to the coffee house that shares a parking lot with the church, and traipse in there with all your kiddos and love every last drop. Oh yes, it was worth it to get out of bed.