Love in a hate culture

Red cups

Let me tell you about red cups.


For the past few weeks, I’ve worked at Starbucks. Thankfully, I put aside my barista apron to move forward with music and better job prospects. However, I won’t ever put aside the vivid memories of working at Starbucks on Royal Oaks.

In fact, as I write this post, I’m sitting at the Starbucks at Royal Oaks. The wifi in my apartment has gone down again, so amusingly, I’m already back at “work” sitting with a free cup of tea huddled over my computer.

This work is much more satisfying than dealing with food service.

If you want an easy, entry-level job don’t work food service.

Even if you’re at Starbucks making coffee.

Don’t do it.

There are much more gratifying, simpler jobs to work aside from food service.

Which brings me to my point, I’ve never seen nastier people than those I’ve run into working at Starbucks. People get really angry over their coffee…and I mean really angry.

The ignorant rage became palpable as the ‘red cup’ phenomena spread like wildfire on social media news feeds.

However, people have come into Starbucks just as angry before the red cups were released.


Because of an overpriced, $5 cup of espresso.

Because of their cup of coffee.

As if a Venti, 3 splenda, 1/2 caffeinated, vanilla bean frappachino with seven pumps of raspberry wasn’t enough to satisfy their every need.

Oh yes, that’s a legitimate order I would receive over the drive through every morning at Starbucks.

Which brings me to the question, is a frappachino even coffee?

The obvious answer is no.

Perhaps that’s why people rage when there are only seven and not eight pumps of mocha in their coffee.

Putting Starbucks aside, how is it possible to have patience, to put aside one’s inhibition and simply love?

Have you ever asked yourself that question?

I have, many times. Especially after dealing with a countless number of very rude, ungrateful, bitter people. Many times we speak of patience and love as simple qualities: what can be easier than loving someone?

Well, what can be more difficult than loving someone?

The Lord showed us love by surpassing all the sin in the world, through His Son.

So what can be more difficult than truly loving someone?

We have to keep ourselves in check, on a daily basis, to make sure our little world isn’t revolving around a selfish ego complex.

We have to set aside our needs and wants, to realize that our purpose lies in loving others.

Putting other’s needs before ours.

Spending time to listen before speaking.

Being slow to anger, and quick to love.

Love in a culture of self indulgence, not necessarily a “hate” culture (I drew upon that title to get your attention), is a daily battle worth fighting for.

One thought on “Love in a hate culture

  1. Totally agree! I spent two years working in food service, and it taught me a lot about people and how to love properly. (I also dealt with bitterness towards people, but since I’ve been working in my field of choice I’m getting over that). It’s still amazing that people can get so angry over coffee (or those lovely minimalist red cups) but our response to them should be one of love, not anger. And I love this: “What can be more difficult than truly loving someone?”

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