I first remember noticing it a few years after I’d graduated from high school. I was watching a local parade, and was excited to see the marching band I’d formerly been a member of pass by. The flags girls (I’d been one, reluctantly), the majorettes, the woodwinds, the brass instruments … the parents, misting the kids with water.
I could not believe this. My cohorts and I had endured sweltering days of marching, and no one had spritzed us. Were these kids more fragile? More pampered? What?
If I could only have known, this was just the beginning. These days, while I may not see misting occurring too often, I still witness the way we Americans love to stay hydrated. Witness cup holders in vehicles. When I grew up, I don’t think any cars had these. These days, there are several in every vehicle. Over the years, they also have seemed to grow larger, the better to accommodate “Big Gulps” and other drinks in sizes that appear capable of soaking down a small army.
Wherever you go, you’ll see people carrying water bottles, coffee tumblers, and Starbucks cups. Most grocery carts have cup holders, because really, can people be expected to buy groceries without a beverage? Horrors!
I’ve still not gotten used to churches with beverage bars inside. Seeing congregants enter the sanctuary, casually late, toting a drink, just seems … odd to me. We’ve gone way beyond long skirts vs. short skirts vs. pants vs. jeans. These days, an hour spent without hydration could apparently be a health hazard. It used to be that you brought your Bible to church. But that’s rare anymore. Scripture is simply posted on a big screen. Maybe this is better. You wouldn’t want to spill that mocha latte on your Bible, now would you?
Have you noticed the omnipresent beverage phenomenon?