Chris Cree

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Parties and Film School Projects

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Gorgeous and I went to a party last night.

The couple hosting it called it a “Thanks for the Ride” party. They’ve been in town for about a year and were finally able to scrape together the means to buy an inexpensive reliable car. A year is a long time to go without one here in the Southeast. Mass transit isn’t as good as it is in some parts of the country, although Savannah’s got a decent bus system.

Well, let’s just say the CAT is better than most of the places I’ve lived in the Southeast anyway. I don’t really know how good it is. Because I have a car, which I’m grateful for.

Johnny Reb MovieThe highlight of the evening for me was that Peter gave us a preview of an early cut of his movie, Johnny Reb. It is his master’s thesis project at SCAD and it’s been a long time coming. Peter’s been working hard on it and even at this early stage it looks great.

One of the ladies at the party said from the back of the room, “Peter! It looks so real!”

We all laughed when she said that. I’m not sure how Peter took it. But I know it was a compliment. I think she was expecting, since the movie was a film school project, that it would look like something I did with a cam-corder in the back yard.

However Peter really is a professional and it looks, well, like a movie. Its a short. But even so it tells a compelling story.

It cracks me up that he chose the American Civil War as the background of his story. He’s Swedish (His last name is Svensson.) Not what I would have thought he’d pick. But what do I know?

On the Set of Johnny RebI actually volunteered to help out a tiny bit behind the scenes. So I am especially excited to see the finished product. I even found a photo on his site that has me in it. I’m holding a reflector to get some more light onto the eyes of one of the lead actors in that shot. It was a fun experience to be able to “help out”.

I’ve watched movies for years and I never had any idea what when into creating the finished product. I still don’t have much of a clue how to make it all work. But at least now I can appreciate how much work is involved!

I think Peter’s off to a great start. I can’t wait to go see one of his blockbusters one day. Then I’ll get to say, “I knew Peter way back when he was in film school.”

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Big Questions from Stepping in Something Squishy

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The mind is a terrible thing.

This morning as I shuffled up to the coffee pot in the dim glow of the light under the microwave with sleep still crusted in my eyes to get that first cup of wake-me-up…

I stepped in something. Squishy. And cold.

My mind instantly went into overdrive as it explored the possibilities of what that squishiness between my toes could be. I took a step back and looked at the bottom of my foot. Nothing. At least it didn’t stick.

But as I peered through the left over sleep into the dark corner of the floor by the coffee pot I couldn’t make out the ick on the rug by the sink that had assaulted my right foot.

My first thought was that Fat Boy had another episode. Every once in a while something follows him out of the litter pan and gets randomly deposited around the house. It’s kind of embarrassing for him really and we don’t talk about it much. But he’s had his issues in the past so my mind immediately went there. The math made sense.

(Cold + Squishy) x Stepped_in / Before_coffee = Fat_Boy_Present

Needless to say I wasn’t going to just reach down there and pick up that nastiness in the dark. (Not that I’d grab it bare handed in the light, mind you.)

Fat Boy ProfileSo I flipped on the room light, stifled a groan as brightness assaulted my ocular system, grabbed a paper towel, and gingerly reached down to collect the piece of grossness that had so unpleasantly disrupted my morning routine.

It was a piece of mushroom. I guess it fell on the corner of the floor unnoticed by Gorgeous when she was doctoring up our pizza for dinner last night. No big deal.

I tossed it in the trash, turned off the oppressive artificial fire that was making my eyes water and went about my normal morning routine.

But it made me think.

Why did my mind instantly jump to what it conceived as the worst possible scenario?

Is that even healthy? I know I don’t want to be like that. I don’t want to go through life with a doom and gloom attitude focused on all the bad things that might happen. The Bible says

The LORD knows the thoughts of man;
he knows that they are futile.

MushroomsDoes it have to be that way? I mean I’d rather focus on the wonderful possibilities of the truly beneficial things that could happen. I mean before any given event aren’t positive outcomes just as possible as negative ones?

What else might change if I were to change my expectations regarding outcomes? Could something as simple as changing my expectations actually change how things ultimately work out in my life? Would life be more enjoyable?

There is a passage from the Bible that we read every week as a closing blessing right before we leave the service

Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.

I say it week after week. But do I really believe that God is able to do so much more than I can even image that it can’t be measured?

Or, more importantly, do I really believe that He will if I ask Him to?

And that’s a pretty big question to come out of stepping in a little bit of squishy first thing in the morning!

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Playing Tourist with the Folks

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I finally caught a small lull in the work action with a break in all the ships this weekend (which I’ll make up for today) so yesterday, with my parents in town, we decided to play the tourist.

Gorgeous suggested we check out the Ships of the Sea Museum since I like things nautical. And it was a good time. The most impressive thing there was all the scale ship models they had from various periods. Everything from sailing square-riggers through iron clad steamers. They had a model of the SS Savannah, the first steam powered ship to cross the Atlantic, and the NS Savannah, the first nuclear powered cargo chip ever built.

For ship buffs like me it was definitely worth the price of admission.

Then we went over to City Market so the ladies could do some shopping. Dad and I tried to entertain ourselves but found it challenging.

Since Mom really wanted to go eat at Lady & Sons, Dad and I decided we’d go get in line.

Now Paula Deen (the owner of the restaurant) is a sharp business woman and a class act all the way. Mom’s dentist had told her to be sure to check out the place. I’m guessing he heard about it on the food channel. I’ve eaten there a couple times before, when folks come to visit who specifically want to go there.

The down side of going there (and it is a big one) is that the line to get in the place is almost always all the way down the block. And in the Savannah afternoon heat standing there in the sun is no fun. But Dad and I were willing to suck it up and stand there.

Until it started raining.

The bottom line is that there are way too many great restaurants in Savannah to go through all that just to get into one. Don’t get me wrong, the food is really good at Lady & Sons. Some might even say it’s worth the wait.

So we shifted gears and went back to City Market to Belford’s and had a wonderful meal there.

But I think the highlight of the day, at least for Mom, was our stop at a place that was not at all unique to Savannah. Gorgeous found out that they’d never been to a Bass Pro Shop so we stopped of at the mall to “show them the waterfall and the fish tank.”

The ladies spent over an hour trying on clothes while Dad and I entertained ourselves looking at the boats and making cracks about how little of the clothing we could actually see. (Most of it was so well camouflaged.)

Anyway it was a good day hanging out with my folks.

But now it’s back to work.

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Exploring Our Interconnectedness

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I mentioned that my folks are in town. I don’t get to spend as much time with them as I’d like.

Partly it is because of the distance. They live up in Virginia.

But my work has always played a big factor. Vacation time is always limited, and I never seem to get a chance to do everything I want.

Even when they come to see us I have to work. I guess someone forgot to tell the ships to stop running so I could have a better personal life!

I had to go out to a ship last night. It should have been a fairly easy deal. Just an hour or two of work and then back home to the family.

Except the ship was late. Very late.

It was late enough that I had time to catch about an hour’s snooze while I waited. I’m sure that is one of the safer things I do in this job. Sleep in my car on the docks in the middle of the night.

Of course it was smoking hot here in Savannah, even well after sundown. With the humidity up on into the Tropical Jungle scale. But I still managed to nod off for a bit.

I woke up when the ship got to the dock but it still took a while before I could get aboard to do my thing. While I was waiting I got to thinking about how many people are somehow involved in a container ship’s cargo operation.

The list really is pretty long. You’ve got the ship’s crew, longshoremen, stevedores, machine operators, mechanics and repairmen. Depending on the operation that could bring us to the hundreds already. And it doesn’t count all the individual shippers and receivers of the cargo, the folks working in the warehouses on either end of the shipment, the various customs and enforcement officials at either end, and all the functionaries who make sure the paperwork gets processed correctly.

Oh, and then there’s a handful of miscellaneous consultants like myself who make their living helping the process run more smoothly.

Global trade really does involve a lot of folks, all of them interconnected by a common goal. And that’s just in one industry. Imagine how totally interconnected we all really are when you stop and think about all the things we do, consume, and produce.

Yet even when I was thinking last night during my wait about such a large and diverse a group of people spread all over the world like that I couldn’t help but think that God was looking down on the whole thing, keeping a watchful eye on it all. Check out this passage from one of the Psalms:

Let everyone in the world fear the LORD,
and let everyone stand in awe of him.For when he spoke, the world began!
It appeared at his command.

The LORD shatters the plans of the nations
and thwarts all their schemes.

But the LORD’s plans stand firm forever;
his intentions can never be shaken.

What joy for the nation whose God is the LORD,
whose people he has chosen for his own.

The LORD looks down from heaven
and sees the whole human race.

From his throne he observes
all who live on the earth.

He made their hearts,
so he understands everything they do.

The best-equipped army cannot save a king,
nor is great strength enough to save a warrior.

Don’t count on your warhorse to give you victory–
for all its strength, it cannot save you.

But the LORD watches over those who fear him,
those who rely on his unfailing love.

He rescues them from death
and keeps them alive in times of famine.

Just a little something to ponder as you are out and about this weekend.

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Signs of the Times

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Last night it rained here in Savannah. I know because work to me out to a coal ship at midnight over at the power plant and I got a little moist.

It was a different kind of moist from what we’ve been dealing with lately with all the summer heat. But I didn’t mind so much because we need the rain.

I expected that it might be raining when I headed out. The thunder that was crashing all around when I laid down for a little sleep earlier in the evening gave me a heads up.

Being in the maritime industry I learned to pay attention to the weather early on in my career. The weather can affect most aspects of the industry because we spend so much time out in it. That’s doubly true if you are out on a ship.

In some respects you are at the mercy of the elements when you are out on the open ocean. Of course a good captain can read the signs, steer clear of the worst of the storms, and keep his ship, crew, and cargo safe.

Early on I learned a little saying that got me started in weather prognostication

Red sky in morning – sailor take warning.
Red sky at night – sailor’s delight.

SunsetNow I don’t really know what goes on in the sky to give it that reddish hue and why seeing red in the morning is a sign of dangerous weather while that same red in the evening is a comforting thing because smooth sailing is ahead. It doesn’t really matter to me because I do know the saying has proven true over the years.

But did you know that saying is found in the Bible?

Jesus said it as he was jacking up some religious folks who were asking him some stupid questions. Here’s what he said to them:

He replied, “When evening comes, you say, ‘It will be fair weather, for the sky is red,’ and in the morning, ‘Today it will be stormy, for the sky is red and overcast.’ You know how to interpret the appearance of the sky, but you cannot interpret the signs of the times. A wicked and adulterous generation looks for a miraculous sign, but none will be given it except the sign of Jonah.” Jesus then left them and went away.

An interesting tidbit, don’t you think?

Jesus says that it is good to be able to interpret the sky to get a bead on the weather. But there is a skill that is even more useful – being able to interpret the signs of the times.

What are they?

Just look around. Start with some headlines. The world’s a mess.

And what’s that thing about the “sign of Johah”?

We all remember the story of Jonah and the wale. But do you know why he was in the belly of the wale in the first place?

God told him to do something he didn’t want to do. So Jonah ran as far in the opposite direction as could trying to out run God. A little foolish really. But how often do we do the same thing?

Anyway God got his attention and from the middle of that nasty unpleasantness, there in the slimy dark, Jonah agreed to do what God told him to do in the fist place.

As an aside this is where one of my favorite versus is in the whole Bible, “Then the LORD spoke to Jonah a second time:” He’s a God of second chances. And I need them often. And third chances. And fourth…

Anyway what was that sign that Jesus was talking about?

It was simply this: Jonah went to the city where God said to go and spoke these words God told him to say, “Forty more days and Nineveh will be overturned.”

That’s it. Just 8 simple words. The end is near. A sign of danger if there ever was one. And Jesus said the sign still applies.

It doesn’t have to be all doom and gloom however. If we are wise, then like the captain of a ship we can take some action to steer a course that will take us safely through the danger ahead.

But first we have to be able to interpret the signs of the times.

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Is a Pushy Salesman “Just Doing His Job”?

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I had a conversation with a salesman yesterday. I actually asked him to contact me. I’m pretty interested in what he’s selling.

He did most of the talking on the phone. He shared the benefits of what he’s selling and how much it’s meant to him. And he shared some attractive things.

But they weren’t exactly why I’m interested in what he’s offering. Of course he didn’t spend much time investigating why I have any interest in the first place.

He said several times how he doesn’t like to be pushy and how what he’s got “sells itself.”

SalesmanNow I appreciate not being pushed. Really I do. There is no bigger turn off than some salesman who is trying to separate me from my money using manipulation and psychological pressure.

But the reality is what he had didn’t sell itself. I didn’t buy last night.

I see the purchase as a sizable one and I never want to let go of a chunk of cash with that many digits. Even when I desperately need it. And I’m sure I will survive without it. Maybe not as well, but I’ll certainly keep breathing.

You know, I very well might buy it in the near future. And I’ll probably buy it from him because he seemed like a good guy to me and that’s something I value.

But did he do his job as a salesman? Is it better to be firm and help folks make the decision they know they want for themselves but are hesitant to make?

Or is it better for a salesman to hang back, give the customer room and let them figure out for themselves if they want to buy or not?

What do you think?

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25 Peeps – Exercise in Silly Vanity or Marketing Genius?

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Well my little experience with 25 Peeps has come to an inglorious end. At the end of the day I lasted a little over 24 hours up there. Not bad really when you consider most of the folks are trading skin exposure for clickage.

And then when you add in the inconvenient fact that my host server went off line for about three hours right at the start of Monday morning, one of my peak traffic times… Ah, well.

From my perspective was it worth it?

Well there was definitely some entertainment value for me as I checked throughout the period to see if I was still hanging in there.

But what about traffic?

The main way the site entices us to sign up is by holding out the carrot of a potential river of traffic as folks click on your photo to check out your site. In my case it was a wash. I referred to their site almost exactly as many people as clicked on my photo to come to my site. Which seems to me to mean that I had a lame photo which didn’t stir up much interest.

Key holeBut it also means that I gave them some traffic (not much mind you) that they may not have otherwise had. The net traffic flow definitely went in their direction.

Now I don’t begrudge them getting some traffic from me. It’s not like they stole it or anything.

I figure it is pretty smart marketing on their part to play to our own personal vanity. I say good on them. They seem to have a pretty good little business going there. But I probably won’t re-submit even though they sent me the email encouraging me to try again with a more enticing photo. Right.

It was fun. But no thanks.

Unless maybe…

Of course if I were smart, I’d listen to these words of wisdom

Everything is so weary and tiresome! No matter how much we see, we are never satisfied. No matter how much we hear, we are not content.

History merely repeats itself. It has all been done before. Nothing under the sun is truly new.

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When You Feel Lousy

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Sick WomanGorgeous is not feeling well. There’s been this nasty cold/flu thing going around and she’s got it.

Yesterday she had the whole Demi Moore voice thing going on. It sounded like her throat must have been pretty stinking sore. I thought I’d steer clear and painted our master bathroom. I tried to get her to take it easy.

She tried to help me paint.

We got it all done, but I don’t think she’s going to make it to church today. She shouldn’t be spreading those germs around anyway.

Check out this poem David wrote. I guess there were times he felt lousy too.

Take a deep breath, God; calm down””
don’t be so hasty with your punishing rod.
Your sharp-pointed arrows of rebuke draw blood;
my backside smarts from your caning.

I’ve lost twenty pounds in two months
because of your accusation.
My bones are brittle as dry sticks
because of my sin.
I’m swamped by my bad behavior,
collapsed under gunnysacks of guilt.

The cuts in my flesh stink and grow maggots
because I’ve lived so badly.
And now I’m flat on my face
feeling sorry for myself morning to night.
All my insides are on fire,
my body is a wreck.
I’m on my last legs; I’ve had it””
my life is a vomit of groans.

Lord, my longings are sitting in plain sight,
my groans an old story to you.
My heart’s about to break;
I’m a burned-out case.
Cataracts blind me to God and good;
old friends avoid me like the plague.
My cousins never visit,
my neighbors stab me in the back.
My competitors blacken my name,
devoutly they pray for my ruin.
But I’m deaf and mute to it all,
ears shut, mouth shut.
I don’t hear a word they say,
don’t speak a word in response.
What I do, God, is wait for you,
wait for my Lord, my God””you will answer!
I wait and pray so they won’t laugh me off,
won’t smugly strut off when I stumble.

I’m on the edge of losing it””
the pain in my gut keeps burning.
I’m ready to tell my story of failure,
I’m no longer smug in my sin.
My enemies are alive and in action,
a lynch mob after my neck.
I give out good and get back evil
from God-haters who can’t stand a God-lover.

Don’t dump me, God;
my God, don’t stand me up.
Hurry and help me;
I want some wide-open space in my life!

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Believing and Actors From the Military

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Gorgeous and I watched Second Hand Lions last night.

If you haven’t seen it, it is a fun movie, rather silly through out. Kind of a boy meets grumpy old men story. The pair of crusty old guys are played by Michael Caine and Robert Duval. The Duval character cracked me up with his over-the-top grouchiness. There were several points that I had to pause the movie because I was laughing too loud for Gorgeous to hear what was going on.

But there was also a fair amount of wisdom given out. For example at one point the Duval character tells the boy

Sometimes the things that may or may not be true are the things a man needs to believe in the most. That people are basically good; that honor, courage, and virtue mean everything; that power and money, money and power mean nothing; that good always triumphs over evil; and I want you to remember this, that love… true love never dies. You remember that, boy. You remember that. Doesn’t matter if it’s true or not. You see, a man should believe in those things, because those are the things worth believing in.

Second Hand LionsI’m still noodling over that one.

Should you choose to believe something simply because it is worth believing in, and not sweat whether it’s true or not?

Many folks would say that those of us who follow Jesus are doing exactly that. Of course those of us who do follow Jesus believe that we have actually found the truth and believe in it.

I have this powerful desire to be “right.” And when I encounter someone who thinks differently than I do, my natural instinct is to “prove” that I am “right” and they are “wrong.”

But is that really the important thing? To be right?

I’m not so sure that it is anymore.

When I was poking around this morning I noticed that both Robert Duval and Michael Cain had spent some time in military service. I didn’t realize that they had both been in uniform.

I did some more poking around and found that all of the following actors had spent some time in uniform:

Jimmy Stewart actually takes the cake when it comes to military service.

He was drafted in WWII but was initially refused due to a weight restriction. He finally convinced the Draft Board to accept him and enlisted in March of 1941. The Army didn’t really want to send famous stars to the front and Stewart had been making movies since 1935. So the Army kept him in the states even after he successfully finished flight school. They posted Stewart to New Mexico as a flight instructor for B-17’s.

Jimmy Stewart - ColonelBut Stewart was not content to be an instructor. He managed to get a transfer to an operational unit and entered combat operations flying bomber missions over Europe in December 1943. He was awarded several medals for actions in combat and by the end of the war Stewart was promoted to Colonel. He was one of the few Americans to rise from Private to Colonel in four years, a rather impressive accomplishment.

Jimmy Stewart was the highest ranking Hollywood actor in the military of all time (after Ronald Regan, of course).

It's a Wonderful LifeHis first movie after the war is my personal favorite of his: It’s a Wonderful Life. Talk about a film that addresses personal beliefs! It’s a great reminder that each of our lives affects far more people than we ever realize.

Who doesn’t remember the moment when George Baily discovers Zuzu’s petals? Or how the town’s folk rallied around him to help him out of his jam? Good stuff for sure.

We could all stand to see more movies like that.

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Get Rid of Alcoholism Once and For All

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I rarely remember my dreams.

Gorgeous on the other hand is constantly telling me about all the crazy stuff that she remembers dreaming. Now we’re not the type of folks who put too much stock in our dreams. But since I hardly ever remember mine, when I do, I notice.

And I had a dream last night.

Now I won’t go into all the silly details, but in my dream I was working in a cell phone store and Mel Gibson came in looking to replace his phone that had been damaged. For me, very weird.

Then this morning I woke up and found that a lady had sent me a message. She had read my post the other day on Mel Gibson’s indiscretion and asked how she could help a friend of hers who struggles with alcoholism. I’m not sure I have any answers for her.

But I do have a story.

My story is fairly personal and I probably wouldn’t consider sharing it this publicly. But I don’t believe much in coincidences so here it is.

I mentioned in the Gibson post that I’ve always been able to do whatever I put my mind to. And it’s true. If I decided to do something, it was as good as done (the fact that I rarely actually exercised that determined decision making notwithstanding.) The first time I actually decidedly put my mind to something that didn’t “just happen” for me was getting a grip on my drinking.

As a Naval Flight Officer I was living the Top Gun life. I would tell people that I was like Goose. But I lived.

And alcohol was a big part of that life. But eventually I realized that somehow it had taken control of my life.

I tried doing everything I knew to get a grip on my problem. Since I’d always been able to do what I put my mind to, my approach basically boiled down to buckling down and trying harder. And nothing worked.

Now I’d grown up going to church. For me it was pretty much a social thing. But over the years I’d run across some pretty hypocritical religious people who’d turned me completely off to the whole church scene.

You know the type. They are quick to tell you “what you need to do” and maybe whip out a verse from the Bible to prove their point. All the while their own lives are really messed up. I so hate that phrase, “What you need to do.” I wasn’t interested in religious answers to my problem.

But I did have a friend who was different. Kent was a follower of Jesus. He sure wasn’t perfect, but he was honest about his own struggles. He was never pushy about his beliefs. He didn’t tell the rest of us what we needed to do.

At the same time he never backed away from a discussion about what he believed if someone else brought it up. He wouldn’t get defensive. But he always seemed to stand firm while being willing to let others express their beliefs. He had the ability to respectfully disagree with folks. In the testosterone driven type-A environment we were in that was an unusual trait.

I watched Kent for two years. I figured that hypocrisy had to be in there somewhere.

It wasn’t. He was the real deal.

One day he invited me to a retreat his church was having. Now I’d turned down several invitations to go to church with him. I wasn’t interested in religion. But this time I figured it might do me good to hang out with these folks. All I was thinking was that they didn’t drink so at least I would be dry for a weekend for once.

When I got there it was freaky. It was like my buddy had told the various speakers everything about me. The things they were saying were so totally addressing me directly that it blew me away.

Now I knew Kent well enough that I knew there was no way he’d pass along the stuff I’d shared with him. Besides, some of the stuff I hadn’t even shared with him so I knew there was no way the speakers could know it. But there they were addressing those very things just the same.

Long story short that weekend I accepted the sacrifice Jesus made for my own screw ups and asked him to help me with my problems rather than try to overcome them on my own.

The craving for alcohol seemed to go away.

Two weeks later I moved out of state for a job change. My new friends told me that I should find a good church to get involved with because we weren’t meant to follow Jesus on our own.

Well I figured I’d be OK. I had my new Bible, several books on Christian Living, and tons of new music to listen to. I’d be fine on my own. Right.

Did I mention I moved into an apartment right across the street from a liquor store? Dumb.

It wasn’t long before I started drinking again.

Eventually one night I got myself into some trouble. That night I prayed. I knew I’d screwed up (again). I told Jesus that I had gotten myself into that mess, not him. And I was willing to stay there as long as I needed to learn what ever he wanted me to learn. When he was ready he could come and get me.

And he did. The thing I learned was that just accepting Jesus’ payment for my screw ups wasn’t enough. I needed to follow him and his teachings as well.

I knew the first thing I needed to do was find a church to get involved with. My stubborn refusal to do what I knew I was being told to do had gotten me into my mess. Without knowing where to look I found a good church within a week.

I got to know a group of guys who were totally whacked. They truly were a lot of fun. Not at all your stereotypical stuffy church goers.

Since that night I have not once had even the slightest craving for alcohol. And that was over 10 years ago now. My life isn’t perfect by any means. I still screw up (on a pretty regular basis even.) But I promise I enjoy life far more than I ever did before. Not ever drinking again now seems like such a small thing when compared to all the good things I have instead. I can’t imagine ever wanting to go back to what I had before.

You want to get rid of alcoholism once and for all? Then my advice to you is find Jesus.

Be honest. Start where you are. The Bible says

But if from there you seek the LORD your God, you will find him if you look for him with all your heart and with all your soul.

And if you need to, send me a message from my contact page. I’ll do my best to point you to some resources that can help.

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