Showing posts from October, 2015


“I’ll have a grande Pike Place with a splash of cream in a venti so there’s room.”
This is how I begin most days. That’s Starbuckese for, “I’ll have a regular coffee with a bit of cream in a cup that’s big enough to keep it from spilling over the lid while I drive like a maniac to work.”
It took me a while to learn Starbuckese. When I first started buying my coffee there I would order a large with cream.
“Do you mean a tall, a grande or a venti?” “Light or dark?” “Do you want room?”
“Uh….” I often thought to myself, “How can a ‘tall’ be ‘small’? Light or dark?! I just want coffee. Room where? For what?”
Over time I learned their language and figured out how to order my coffee in exactly the right way. Today I am happy to report that my former anxiety, nerves and naiveté have been replaced with fluent Starbuckese.
Last week I spent a few days at the Upstate New York Synod Ministerium and it dawned on me halfway through the event that we were all speaking Christianese. “What’s your ecc…