This past weekend Lora and I went to a school auction where our kids attend. I had a faith flashback while I was there.

It was four years ago at our first auction that I bid on a three-ring binder donated by the Historic Preservation Society. It was filled with factoids about building in the historic district.

I don’t think anybody else bid on it I got it for $75. I bought it because we were interested in a piece of property at the corner of 2nd and F Streets, NE and I thought the binder would help me research zoning and building codes. I studied that binder backwards and forwards. I still have it. I bid on that binder in faith that we’d someday own 201 F Street, NE and build a coffeehouse there.

In about six weeks the dream of building a coffeehouse on Capitol Hill will become a reality. But big dreams often start with small seeds. In this case, the seed of faith was a binder at an auction that no one else cared about.

Just thought I’d share a little backstory on the coffeehouse dream.