Some time ago, I wrote about the great benefits of drinking tea. See, not only is tea fun (at least for refined people like me) but some varieties of tea can be good for one’s health. This is not to say that tea now becomes the automatic “cure-all” for every known disease out there, but based on all the findings, a controlled daily dose of tea can do wonders. I need to point out that drinking tea alone should not be a substitute for exercise and right diet. As opposed to salvation, health-wise, you don’t get something for nothing.
Alas, tea, like many other things out there, can be dangerous if taken in large (as in excessive) quantities. According to this report, ill-effects of drinking too much green tea (my favorite, next to Earl Grey) are insomnia, excessive urination, reduction of potassium levels, and even incontinence. That last one could mean an inability to control one’s bowels (medical) or it could mean a twisted lack of inhibition (philosophical). Since I’ve never heard or seen anyone lose emotional or psychological control after drinking tea, I think we’re talking of the bowels here. My beloved M has already warned me that drinking too much tea can dehydrate the body. Looks like she’s right.
So the lesson: Enjoy your tea folks! That goes for coffee drinkers, too. Just don’t overdo it. “Taking any healthy food excessively and it is likely to turn into a poison.”
For this Lord’s Day, let us meditate on this wonderful passage from Scripture. Psalm 42:
As a deer pants for flowing streams, so pants my soul for you, O God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God? My tears have been my food day and night, while they say to me continually, “Where is your God?” These things I remember, as I pour out my soul: how I would go with the throng and lead them in procession to the house of God with glad shouts and songs of praise, a multitude keeping festival. Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my salvation and my God. My soul is cast down within me; therefore I remember you from the land of Jordan and of Hermon, from Mount Mizar. Deep calls to deep at the roar of your waterfalls; all your breakers and your waves have gone over me. By day the LORD commands his steadfast love, and at night his song is with me, a prayer to the God of my life. I say to God, my rock: “Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?” As with a deadly wound in my bones, my adversaries taunt me, while they say to me continually, “Where is your God?” Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my salvation and my God.