The 4:57AM Coffee Chronicles, a resolution & a PSA☕:

RESOLUTION – my New Years resolution is that In 2026, I resolve not to drink coffee any more…I also resolve not to drink coffee any less.

PSA – These are your final 4 days reading list if you began a “Read the Bible through in 2025 plan:

December 28- where you quit in Leviticus thru Nehemiah
December 29- Esther thru Ezekiel
December 30- Daniel thru John
December 31- Acts thru Revelation

      In review, this whole thing started spinning, depending on your sensibilities, either 6,000 years ago or just over 13.8 billion years ago.
      Among the pages you have read, Noah built a floating zoo, Abraham led the first recorded nighttime commando raid, & Moses, like all males, was horrible at following directions & wandered around for 40 years. You also perused through some boring legalese. Legalese like if Nicky Don from the Nephtali tribe & Ricky Ray from Rueben’s clan decide to take it outside (essentially a normal Saturday night at the now defunct Governor’s Lounge & I still wonder how they & Lake Winnie at 3:00 & 8:00 PM every summer Sunday, got all those top country acts to perform, but I digress) & one of ‘ems girlfriend in her haltar top & Daisy Duke’s interferes, she loses a hand.
      Ahead, Gideon gives Leonidas the blueprint for an outnumbered army of 300 to win, Samson’s hormones led him to disastrously redeem his Nazarite Special coupon at Delilah’s hairdo joint, David slings a rock, violates two of the Big 10 laws yet is still a many time great-grandfather of Jesus, & God goes quiet for 400 years….& then,
       A baby was born. Until then, everyone in the story looked a lot like Liverpool striker Mo Salah. (If you followed my Mo Salah with “running down the wing”, IYKYK & whether you’re #YNWA or not, you’re my spirit human & again I digress).
      The Romans, the first white folk to show up, & contrary to whether you wear a blue tin foil hat or look from under the brim of a red hat, they were the bad guys. Some lame would walk, Lazuras made a greater comeback than the ‘78 Yankees, & the Apostle Paul was a terrible sailor but one heckuva stereotype preacher.
     In the end, there is hope & a permanent reservation for a vacation spot of crystal seas & golden streets. The hope come from a man on the center cross of three. He confirmed the first reservation for a dude on an outside cross. The dude had never been to Sunday School, hadn’t used a political party to weaponize the gospel, didn’t know a thing about doctrine & never got baptized, sprinkled or attended a men’s retreat or marriage seminar. He showed up simply because the man on the center cross said he could & now, more coffee & Happy New Year☕️🎉