Hey Jesus, What Is With These Coffee Hour Crazies?

Hey Jesus,

Why are we worried about who brought the Entenmann’s cake and who baked from scratch? Why is there always a low-key (sometimes high-key) fight to put on a show? Who cares if it’s Folger’s or Maxwell House, or if the tablecloth matches the napkins?

Most of the time, it’s women running this weekly ritual—and bless them—but I don’t get why it has to feel like a competition. Why does coffee hour have to become a performance, instead of a time to just be together?

Honestly, I’d be fine passing around stale bagels and peeling the foil off a tub of cream cheese if it meant people could relax and stop whispering about who brought what. It’s supposed to be fellowship, not Top Chef: Parish Edition.

Is it me?

Love,
Me

Prayer:
Jesus, bring peace to the coffee hour. Help us remember that it’s not about the pastries—it’s about the people. Remind us that fellowship doesn’t need to be fancy to be faithful. Give us grace when pride sneaks in and compassion when tensions rise over something as simple as a cookie tray. And maybe, just maybe… help us laugh at ourselves once in a while. Amen.