Caffeinated Truth Apologetics

You finally find a parking spot on the cramped, brick building lined street--extra points for a spot in the shade, and not too far of a stroll to the front doors of a local mom and pop coffee shop. As your eyes adjust for the low light, you notice the hum of conversation blended with the melody of some eclectic jazz melody that almost seems familiar.  Scanning the room, you see me waving over to you near a sunny window. The coziest seat has been saved for you, and as you walk closer, you can smell the warmth of the coffee cup rising as I embrace it with both hands. After retrieving your own magical beverage, we recline and I ask, "So how's life been going for you? When was the last time we had a chance to sit down like this?" You breathe a little deeper--let a little chuckle out--knowing that I'm buckling in to listen to the adventure God has taken you on over the past few weeks.  Doesn't this sound nice? (I might be grabbing my keys now to make it a reality.)  ...