As per usual, Bush Babe was right. My exploding coffee pot was an omen, just like she said. She told me that it meant that I'd be getting a new cappuccino machine. She was right, by cracky. And not to be one that argues with an omen, tonight, I went out and bought a new cappuccino/espresso machine.
Oh, and despite the surprising start to the day, the rest of the day went perfectly well.
On a completely different note, this weekend, after really wrestling with things for some time, we tried a new church. The pastor was speaking on a congregant's favorite verse. When he was done, he said, "I should probably ask you what this reading means to you. We listened as she spoke.
I like that the pastor listened as well as he talked.
I like that he doesn't believe that he has all the answers, or that he is the only one with the right answers.
I like that the church seems to believe that two people might differ on a what a passage means, but that everyone listens respectfully, trusting in the Godliness of the heart of the speaker.
It means a lot to me.