Growing up as an Apostolic Christian smoking and drinking were a no go. Periodt. As I grew up, I read the Bible myself and had some conversations with some people I trust.
First of all, above all else, our bodies are the temple of the Holy Ghost (1 Corinthians 6:9 KJV). We should treat them well. I’m working on this. In all aspects. What we ingest, how much we rest, and how active we are.
The thing is, the Bible doesn’t prohibit drinking. I’ll get to the Mary in a minute. The first miracle Jesus performs is turning water into wine (John 2:1-11). The people told us growing up that it was different wine, isn’t the same as today’s wine, and that they didn’t really have anything to drink. Or something like that.
That right there is a bone I have with a lot of churches and church folk I’ve been around. Just telling us stuff with little to no Biblical reference. Just some man made rules/revelation that people just went with without questioning or researching and kept passing on. Tradition. Religion. I digress.
The Bible disapproves of drunks/being drunk. There are comparisons made regarding drinking to things/people that aren’t so great. However, there is no express prohibition against drinking.
I didn’t want to go into all of them and do a deep dive. These tend to be shortish and sweetish. Lol.
Mary, Mary, Mary. It grows naturally. God allowed it to exist. There are proven medicinal properties via the THC in marijuana. I firmly believe that if MJ was allowed, legally, at the federal level there would be little need for many of the medications people take. There would be less need for nonviolent, entrepreneurs (lol) to be locked up. But, that’s not how the rackets in capitalist America work. I hope our new administration changes this.
I could digress further into my opinions about legislating and criminalizing morality. Not today. Maybe another day. Cuz people are gonna do what they want. God allows it. I don’t agree with everything people do. Neither does God. But it is their choice and who are we? Okay. Well I guess I did go there some. I have way more to say about it.
The issue I take with the MJ, and the dranky dranky, is dependence and addiction to be altered and cover up issues. If you need the MJ or just the THC for medical reasons, go for it. If you are having a nice lil dinner or get together and have a lil drank, go for it.
But when it is a salvo, a think used to medicate around issues, that leaves little to no room for God to heal you. That leaves little to no room for God to take care of you. That leaves little to no room for you to see and expose the areas in your life that only God can handle.
So, do you boo. Just make sure you are not dependent on a resource or thing that exists instead of THE Source-God.
I told someone about that last post. They went in on me. I didn’t say much back. I had thoughts but didn’t share them.
First, I said we as Christians in the post. I probably should have said some of us. The we I was talking about is the we I know personally.
I was told that Christmas is the only time some people all gather collectively. I was told that’s when people forgive and heal and mend.
I was told that coming together honors God because he’s about family. I was told that it is a time of love-or something like that.
I was told that there are people who focus solely on Jesus or their higher power around the world.
I think I was told that it shouldn’t be all Jesus and praying and calling his name all day.
I said Happy Winter Solstice. I was told that the solstice is steeped in witchcraft. I said that makes the addition of Christmas at that time of year WORSE!!!!!
I was told more but don’t remember.
Again, I was a slight punk and didn’t respond much. I was told that I had a point after all of the other stuff.
My reply now? Why are we waiting until the whole year has passed to make time for our family? If God is all about family, should we not make more time?
Why are we waiting until the whole year has passed to mend and heal and forgive? Should we not be loving on each other more?
The big one. Why can we not take a day, a fast of sorts, not at Christmas cuz ya know, to sit in the miracle that is the birth of Jesus?
He did, and does, SOOOOOOOOO much for us. The sacrifice of a day meditating, living solemnly, with what he did ever before our minds seems like a small thing in the grand scheme of things.
But hey. That’s just me. Different strokes for different folks.
I am a rebel of sorts. Just because it’s been done a certain way forever doesn’t mean it has to be that way forever.
There are things I examine and question. If it doesn’t make sense, I’m not down for it.
I’m not here for perpetuating stuff cuz it “worked” for someone else. I could care less if I’m the odd one out.
I’ve tried fitting in. It still didn’t go well. So. I have decided to just do me while others do them.
I apologize now if anything is ever redundant. Just go with it.
I’ve been reckless a time or two about a thing or two. But I gotta say the biggest thing I was reckless with was my life.
How you ask? Unprotected sex with a virtual stranger whose last name I don’t even remember.
If you’ve read any of my blogs this week that may be puzzling. Shoot. It’s my life and it puzzles me.
I was raised in one of the strictest Christian denominations there is. But I embraced it. I vowed to never have sex until marriage. I remember sitting at a table and being told to never say never. Again, just like Peter (who I think I’m most like in the Bible now that I think about it), I confirmed that wouldn’t be me.
I guess it’s something that I lasted longer than many of my peers. But it makes it more insane and foolish.
I’m of decent intelligence. I had sex ed. I saw the news.
When you don’t love yourself, are caught up in what the world around you has, and want what the world deems as important, you’ll do silly stuff.
I managed for a time not to give away the only thing that I had kept for myself. Cuz I gave everything else one could give to be loved and accepted-money, time, love, my identity, my beliefs, etc.
But one day I wasn’t strong enough. And like the serpent beguiled Eve, this slick talking dude was given my most prized possession and whispered words I needed to hear. But they didn’t matter in that moment. I regretted it immediately.
But that’s the funny thing about things we find wrong. I enjoyed it. I mean it is in part for human pleasure. But I didn’t want to keep doing wrong.
Yet I did. And never asked about or sought protection. I took pregnancy tests and kept going. I was even chased through a neighborhood by some chick and waited on his call one night. 🤦🏾
Eventually I went to a particular church service-I hadn’t stopped going. He actually flaked on me. The message hit me like a ton of bricks. I told him we were done with it.
I, of course, attempted to go back on that decision. For some reason he wouldn’t let me. I choose to believe it was the grace of God.
No surprise that our relationship was over not too long after that. It would be years before I got the courage to be tested. Mercifully, I have no diseases.
And to me, despite about 6 months of crazy, I’ve got a little over a decade of celibacy under my belt.
Honestly, I haven’t struggled too much cuz I’ve focused on trying to love me. I haven’t put myself in too many places or positions to have an issue. And when the desire to be loved externally, or an infatuation, has popped up I worked on leaving it alone.
I have no deep or good way to end this. Well maybe. You are the only you you’ve got. And you’ve only got one life to live. Love you. Cherish you. Heal you. Respect you. Demand the best for you. You’ll be better for it in the end. Don’t be reckless.✌🏾