Today I was faced with the argument of alcohol being a sin in an of itself, don’t believe that. See Jesus Christ’s first miracle was water into wine. To me that’s symbolic of taking something that is ordinary and making it celebratory. Alcohol is not evil, God is not capable of creating anything evil in and of itself. Drinking alcohol is not a sin! The complexity of alcohol and what we do with it can be, whether we drink as much as we can because “we want to have a good time” or we drink the pain away, that’s where a sin comes. Don’t be swayed to think alcohol is a sin. Becoming so belligerent that we forget where we are becomes an issue. I have no problem with drinkers or even drunkards. Alcohol is not bad. Something’s are supposed to be done in doses. I see no issue with wanting to get drunk: it’s a personal preference. I have my sins and we all have our pet sin. Don’t let someone tell you it’s wrong to have a drink. Alcohol becomes the issue when we want to forget things, my friends anything that you have done does not need to be covered up because God knows it already. It’s ok to have drinks but not so much that you cannot and will not function. Believe me alcohol is not the issue. I’m the issue. We are the issue. It’s not wrong to drink. Jesus turned ordinary into celebration for us to enjoy not to pollute and demonize. God made alcohol. God made you.
I’d burn everything I’ve ever owned just to bring you back. Still I don’t. I know that you are a stones throw away sleeping in a wooden box. The word death never bit my tongue. It came to me in a terrible reality that I consider a dream because you’re still alive there, dancing and singing along to songs I’ve yet to hear. I know that you’re gone but I’ve locked away every piece of you revisiting the ones I’ve longed to hold. But I don’t I burn all that I love to try as one last attempt to bring you home. And I hear you in this God awful house. Your shaking the nails from walls and pacing the floor boards complaining about how this house needs fixing. But I would burn this down and call nowhere home if I could have you back. You’re the wind whipping through my hair as I search through the debris to try and find you. I need you, like God needs his people and God needed you to be home with him but I’m not ready to forgive that. I’m so scared that you’re not coming for me. I have been with God and he knows I need you but he needs you too. I’m setting you free. I’d burn it all to have you back. God keep my love safe