During a recent Starbucks visit, I stood behind a customer who ordered a decaf grande sugar-free vanilla nonfat latte with extra foam and the milk heated to 140 degrees. As I stood in line, I actually started to think, Maybe I want 140-degree coffee too. Maybe, I thought to myself, my choice of milk temperature up to this point has been catastrophically naive. Suddenly, his choices made me unhappier about my own. I began to covet. I wasn't sure what I wanted anymore. I became anxious and indecisive. I wasn't sure I was ready to commitâeither to my kind of coffee or to his. Was this really freedom of choice, or slavery to it?
What if we take the same multiplicity of trivial options we have at Starbucks, and apply them to bigger questions: where we should work, where we should study, where we should live, whom we should marry, or whom we should worship? It seems that the more options we have, the...
"Even if we do commit, our culture then makes us feel dissatisfied with the choice we've made."
Sorry, our culture doesn't make us feel anything. Perhaps the problem is, one of the options not taken is taking responsibility. Don't blame the culture if you can't decide which flavor of coffee you want.
Why not have the " Starbucks " of choice. We the same choices when comes to the bible( 200+ flavors), church ( 1000's of flavors) and moral standards. So I guess we can call this the Starbucks age. I guess the Mormons are not all wrong we do becomes god sooner than we though because we decide what is right and wrong and what is best. Starbucks Community church that names just sounds like a good place to worship.