Have you ever walked into a store and asked the question: “Where are the spirits, I would like to buy some spirits.”
There is a controversy concerning the use of alcohol. My definition of alcohol, the kind that people consume, is beer, wine, whiskey, bourbon, champagne etc. etc. etc.
Wine and Spirits; I don’t know what the definition of Spirits is there, but I do know a spirit is something that can be Holy or it can be unholy. The Holy Spirit is sent to and for the benefit of a person who believes is Jesus Christ as their Savior and Lord. A spirit can also be from the dark side. Spirits must possess a body to operate in the earth realm.
My parents divorced as a result of alcoholism, a process that began when my Dad was a teen-ager. It happened that during prohibition, my Dad’s mom died and his father married a woman who had been his school teacher. She did not like my Dad and made life miserable for him. The result was that she told him to get out. He was 16.
There was a neighbor who made “bathtub gin” and he needed runners for it. My Dad and his friend were hired. That is where the road to death by alcohol began. It ended with my Dad dying of cancer, a dry drunk. The good news is that at the very end he received Jesus as his Savior.
There is a beginning for everything as well as an end. Nothing is static. Nothing!
No one is my family was a “teetotaler”. My grandmother kept blackberry brandy on hand for times when we would get sick. I recall one time when I was very sick. She gave me some brandy, I recall it burned in my throat, she heaped blankets on me and said to “sweat it out”.
My uncle and aunt, my mother’s sister, began their process with alcohol with beer. My uncles first job was driving a beer truck. From there he had jobs that always involved alcohol in some fashion. His last job was managing the city liquor store. At their home alcohol was served before, with, and after a meal. The end of the story is that, while at first the use of alcohol was controllable, in the end it controlled them. My aunt became a hopeless alcoholic, dying from cirrhosis of the liver. My uncle died penniless and sick.
They had lived the high life. They had no children, by their choice, and their incomes were always spent on being happy. There was a small house that was their sanctuary. They had a lot of things, they loved being at the lake fishing, their boat was their pride and joy and there were always fine cars and friends to party with. But in the end, alcoholism impoverished them and claimed their lives.
My observation is that with alcohol as with many other things such as nicotine and illegal drugs, there is no such thing as just a little. I believe there is a process that begins when you take the first taste, the first hit.
Again, from my observation, some people take to alcohol instantly, they love it from the first taste. Some people don’t care for the taste of it but because it is the culture they move in, they learn to like it. Other people hate the taste and cannot imagine why anyone would want to drink it. But, this is not the controversy.
The things above are only matters of preference.
Here is the controversy…
There is a group of people who call themselves Christian, who see no problem with alcohol consumption, as long as it is wine. This is not a matter of taste, they simply believe that the Bible shows that it is acceptable and they have their own vineyards where they grow the grapes to make the wine. They believe this makes it holy, and thus makes it acceptable.
There are other believers who see the warnings in the Bible concerning alcohol and the resulting bondage that comes with it, and they want nothing to do with it. Maybe, like me, they have seen what the process has done to their family.
I come from a broken home. My mother and father’s marriage was destroyed by alcohol abuse. Because beer controlled my Dad, in the end he could not hold down a job. My grandmother tried to help as best she could, but with six children to support the county welfare system was asked to help. In the end they refused to continue support as long as my Dad was in the house.
Every one of my siblings used alcohol when they were young, even though they had the example of what it could do to a person’s life. Only when they met Jesus and received Him as their Savior and Lord did they forsake that lifestyle and only then did they end the downward spiral caused by alcohol. To this day, each of us hate alcohol use and abuse.
I don’t know what your stand is friend, but I know that a decision must be made and we will be responsible to God for that decision. So consider carefully the things I have laid out here. Ask yourself this question: When I stand before God to give an account for my life will it have pleased the Lord? Will He say to me, “Well done, good and faithful servant enter in to the joy of the Lord.” God and you are the only ones who can answer that question.
My favorite verse from the Bible is this: “As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.”
Sharing the messages God puts on my heart in this forum is done mostsly out of obedience, but also, part of it is my desire to get you to thinking. God is the judge and the Bible says that He tests and tries the “sons of men”. That being the case, I suggest that you seriously consider what pleases Him. From that vantage point make your decision.
May the Lord bless you today with His love. May His love fill every vacancy in your soul.