I’m going to write about something that might surprise you.
BEER– yes that very distinctive tasting alcoholic beverage.
Fletch over at the Mango times was talking about his beer butt chicken (I hate the word "butt" but that’s just one of my pet peeves). I commented that Shane might have to try it. Except he wouldn’t drink the 1/2 can of beer because he doesn’t like the taste of it, unless it’s on beer battered onion rings, mushrooms or brats, that is. But I might– drink it that is, because I like the taste of beer. Now you might be wondering how in the world I would have developed a taste for that yucky stuff–
Here’s the story. My Dad’s a Bud man. When we were little and he’d been working, whether around our house or if we were at my Uncle’s house in Murfreesboro, TN and it was hot and he was sweaty, it was Bud time. Well, low and behold who would the beer runner be? They were busy working. You got it, it’d be me and my brother. Now what 9 or 10 year old, when given the opportunity would not drink down some of that good tasting "treat." My brother and I were pretty normal 9 and 10 year olds. I learned to love it at an early age.
Amazingly, the night I was saved I was at Applebee’s with a friend after work, having a beer. But it sat there all night. I took a couple of sips and it didn’t taste good at all! In fact it was yucky!!!! This was many years ago. Now, occassionally, I’ll get a 6 pack of O’Douls or other non-alcoholic beer and it’ll last me a while– it’s a special treat. Occasionally, Shane will make beer battered veggies and I’ll get a swallow or two out of the can. Other than that, beer is not a part of my life anymore.
Now, some of you might even be thinking how terrible I am for drinking it at all. When I first believed on the Lord, I searched the Scriptures for one saying "do not drink" but it’s not there. Scripture says "do not get drunk" Jesus turned the water into wine at the wedding. I was what would be called a "social drinker" after work a couple or three nights a week, we’d go have a cold one. Most often beer was my choice, mainly because I was cheap, even then, and I couldn’t bring myself to spend a ton of money on anything more expensive than an draft beer or two.
Let me clarify– I am by NO MEANS advocating everyone going to the store and buying beer, or wine and definately not hard liquor. I would never serve it to anyone visiting my home, but don’t be surprised if you find a bottle of O’Doul’s (or some wine) in the fridge, or a can of Bud on the shelf in the mudroom.