As a big fan of India Pale Ales, I was considering the origin of the name. To my knowledge (which sometimes is grossly inaccurate), as the British were settling African colonies, they would ship their beloved ales from the homeland to these colonies—a very lengthy pre-travelocity excursion. These ales would have loads of hops incorporated into the brewing, and this multitude of hops would serve as preservative, and therefore, the beer would make the trip in fine bloody shape. And in so doing, the India Pale Ale is a very hoppy sort. And quite tasty too.
Consider the "hopping" of our faith. How ingrained are we into the fabric of the Word. How consistent is our prayer life. Do we simply add extra "hops" when we are about to embark on a long spiritual journey, or doing battle with the rigors of life travels and traumas? Or are these ingredients of our day to day faith?
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