Caffeine concoctions

I love milk tea so I decided, since we have green tea at home plus a quart of soy milk, to mix `em together and see what that tastes like. Well, rather thin, actually. Failure with the experiment. It didn’t have the body of full cream milk. Maybe that’s what it needed.

So, still looking for some caffeine concoction to satisfy my palette and my sagging brain, I went to the next-door sari-sari to buy White Coffee. White coffee is everywhere nowadays. I don’t know how it began. You buy them in pre-mixed sachets and simply pour the whole thing into your steaming cup of hot water, and within 30 seconds you have white coffee, not too sugary, not too creamy, not too strong. Just splendid. Will gave non-coffee drinkers (such as myself) a bit of a nervous knee or a palpitation, but easier to wash down with water. White Coffee!

The first time I tried white coffee in a sachet was in CCF La Union. I loved it. I woke up that morning with a terrible case of allergic rhinitis. I took my usual medication for it: Marsthine. Only marsthine turns my brain to mush. Sluggy mush. So I thought I’d take it with coffee. Because the Orange seminar was to be held the whole day that day in CCF La Union, they had hundreds of coffee sachets for the participants. I got one, ripped it open, poured it into a styro cup, and that’s how I got my first taste of white coffee.

Back home, I asked Veck to buy me three sachets of white coffee the next time she’s in the market. Then, Dana had this Ovaltine in sachets, too, which she liked for a few days then stopped drinking. So I thought, hm… White Coffee, plus Ovaltine, and yeah. Try it. It’s good. Much better than green tea and soy milk. This one’s good.

So we were at the sari-sari store, Dana and I, and I wanted to buy white coffee and Ovaltine sachets, when suddenly the rain pours. I mean it really pours like it’s nobody’s business. And because the sari-sari was just next door, I didn’t think to bring an umbrella. We were stranded. I tried to shield Dana best as I could from the rain with my body. Then I had an idea.

I whispered to her, “How would you like to see Jesus’ power, Dana?”

She said, “I already prayed to stop the rain.”

“Let’s pray again together. Let’s say, ‘Jesus, please stop the rain.'”

“Jesus, please stop the rain,” Dana said out loud. The rain didn’t stop.

“Pray again,” I encouraged.

“Jesus, please stop the rain.” It continued to pour.

I prayed, silently, “God, please, show my daughter you have authority over the weather. I want Jesus to be her Hero. Please do this.”

I turned to Dana. “One more time.”

“Jesus, please stop–” and it did. In that instant, it did.

Dana was laughing all the way home, declaring, “Jesus has magic! Jesus has power! I saw it! I saw it!”

So, there’s a concoction better than white coffee and Ovaltine after all. It’s prayer + faith + desire to bring glory to Jesus. Booyah!