Saw a comic today that got me wanting to share my thoughts.
I like the occasional stiff drink now and then. And by “occasional” and “now and then,” I mean maybe one in a month or two,
I don’t have anything against alcohol. I like mixed drinks and wine coolers and so on. I just have something against the abuse of it, much like anything else. If you gorge on food, you become obese. If you focus on negativity, that’s all that’s going to shine out of your life. If you marinate yourself in booze, you tend to become unreliable and ultimately dependent on the substance.
You know what’s ironic? I’ve been told by someone (who is basically sworn off drinking because they binged too much) that I need not be afraid of getting into drinking and getting drunk because of hearsay. I just need to try it once, and if anything, find my limit before I get drunk so I know when to stop.
Oh I know my limit. I know when to stop. And that’s at one drink. Maybe two. And to have someone needle me that I’m being “stuffy” or “no fun” when I legitimately do not want more is very bothersome. Very much so for me. If someone wants to soak themselves in booze, that’s their beef; I’m not going to sit there and wag my finger and warn them against the sin of drunkenness. But do not try to conform me to your view of “a good time” just because you enjoy letting a substance dictate how your mind should work. No one likes Stockholm Syndrome in any circumstance or for any reason.
So in a nutshell: sure, I’ll have a drink with you. And that’s just it. A drink. One. Why? Because I’m a prude? Because I don’t know how to have fun? No. Because I choose what I put in my body and my mind, and excessive amounts of alcohol do not sound fun in the least. It’s much like some people not liking roller coasters, or swimming, or watching scary movies. You can’t make someone like something just because YOU like it a whole bunch (movies and tv shows count in this - ask my friends, they’ll tell you how I shut down when they keep bugging me about seeing some movie or show).
Respect someone if they say “no, just one drink.” Don’t bug them about it. Don’t ask “Why?” or say “You’re missing out on a good time!” Don’t try to convince them otherwise. Leave peer pressure in high school with the rest of the immaturity. Be mature and let them be.
Besides, it means more booze for you, right?
Today is Good Friday. To some, it’s just another day. To some, it’s Friday, and that means the weekend! To others, it’s a day of tradition, a day everyone else in their family has always set aside, and they have to do the same out of obligation.
To me, it marks the day Someone I know and love beyond comprehension climbed a lonely hill in a far-off land - His back beaten and shredded, His forehead mangled from thorns stuck there - and was nailed to a couple slabs of wood, and hoisted up for all to see.
Many who witnessed this saw only a blasphemer, a man who mocked God with His words, and deserved such a death to slate their blood-lust. Some saw a young Rabbi, a man who had only been speaking peace - if He deserved death, it was not in such a barbaric way. Only a few saw Who He truly was: Jesus, The Man Of Sorrows, the Messiah, the One foretold by the prophets, the One Who would save all mankind. And yet even then, those few still didn’t understand the depth of what Jesus was accomplishing - they saw only that their beloved Friend and Rabbi was being killed for no reason.
Far from that.
What category do WE - those of us who know and believe on the other side of Calvary - fall into? Is Good Friday nothing more than tradition, the only day to remember what Christ did for us? Is it just another day? Or is it a day to set aside in some way, a day to pause and focus on the fact that our Friend, our Rabbi, our Savior, chose to walk that path up to the top of Golgotha, and let His blood pour out for each person who has walked and will walk on this earth?
Take some time today to remember and ponder the obligation-free choice Jesus made on this day. He didn’t NEED to do this. He didn’t HAVE to do this. He simply WANTED to, because of His glorious love for us all, and wanting to save us from the fires we actually deserve.