Why I will never grab a coffee with you

Whenever I settle in to watch an episode of “Call the Midwife”, inevitably, the tissues come out and I start sniffing as a newborn is squeezed out into the often desperate world of east end London during the 1950’s. But right smack in the middle of the brokenness and squalour stands Nonnatus House- a beacon where a community of nuns and midwives seek to educate, bring hope and of course, deliver babies. It was during that time period- the late 1950’s - 60’s that culture took an enormous shift.

Work became more automated.

Consumerism was encouraged.

Efficiency became the new god.

But back in Nonnatus House, Sister Monica Joan, the oldest nun, would announce in her cultured, adorable English accent, “I should be delighted if you would partake of a cuppa tea and some sponge cake with me.” Or,

“Do allow me the pleasure…”

“I would be honoured if….”

“Might I?…”

Such language implies a gentler, kinder more mindful way of life.

But have you noticed that as our Western culture evolves to value speed and efficiency over process, it’s reflected in our language?

I don’t want to “grab” a coffee. I’d prefer to savour. I don’t want to “shoot” you an email, but would rather thoughtfully compose one or set up a time for a phone date. And I certainly don’t want to “zap” all my meals in the microwave and eat in front of the TV. I want to break bread with you. Sitting down. At a table.

Our family calls this “making a moment”. Making a moment means putting your slices of pizza on a plate, making sure all have enough, instead of eating straight from the box. Or instead of tossing a guest a water bottle, it could mean choosing a glass, filling it with ice, topping it with water and a slice of lemon. They will feel special.

And on those days when the best I can do is grab a burger at a drive-through window and wolf it back on my way to an appointment, I make a moment, and take a moment to pause, and offer a simple prayer of thanks to God.