| My testimony. |
[May. 3rd, 2007|01:37 pm] |
So, I was talking to Dan today and I realized that I have never actually posted my testimony on my blog before. I thought it would be cool just to put it into words.
Well, I grew up in a christian family. Went to church everyweek. But for some reason I just never really accepted the truth for myself. There was awhile where I was trying different things to make me happy, but nothing was working. I just felt like giving up altogether. I had so many questions, but things just seemed hopeless. After a few years of this I was in a slump. I didn't know how everyone else could live their lives in such a state of destitution and turmoil. It ever seemed like all my friends were in the same place as me. It was like we had accepted our position and we were to weak to fight.
Then I met a guy named Dan Price. While over at his house one day, he shared a lot of things that made a lot of sense. There was a lot of stuff I had never heard before, but what he said was so new and fresh. You see, I was about 23 years old, and up until that point in my life I had only been exposed to darkness, or should I say lightness. I guess in a metaphorical sense it was darkness, but in actual reality it was lightness. I am talking really light, like 4% ABV light. You know, Bud Light, Miller Light, Smirnoff fruity drinks. When I met with Dan that day, he told me that those beers were just a facade, a glimpse of what real beer could be like.
I had my doubts, but finally I gave in and tried a beer called Chimay Grand Reserve. It came in a big blue bottle with a cork and all. I wasn't use to a glass bottle, I had become so accustomed to metal cans. It poured with the beauty of a thousand rivers with a beautiful dark brown color that seemed to engulf and destroy light. I have to admit, I was scared out of my mind. I mean what if this stuff melted my tongue off or something. I slowly drew the glass to my mouth, on guard in case the beer made any sudden moves. And then, with trembling hands I allowed the nectar to reach my mouth. I couldn't tell if seconds passed or minutes, weeks turned into months, years into decades. When I finally came to, I realized that this was it, this is what I had been waiting for. Not only that, but there was so much to be learned. There were hundreds and thousands of beers out there, just waiting to be tried.
That's when I knew I had found the light, or I guess the dark. Ever since then, my life has been filled with joy. Finding meaning in small exquisite batches of craft brewed beer. I just want to encourage you, if you are hopeless, if you are lost, there is truth out there. Yes it will cost you something. No, it is not meant to be chugged. Yes, it is typically over 4% ABV, maybe three times that. If you are willing to give away your crappy beer, you will be able to drink beer you didn't know existed. Join me in the fight. And I quote out of 1 Jer 2:15 "drink less beer, drink better beer".
P.S. if you couldn't tell, I am joking. This whole post is using a thing called sarcasm. Yes, I am a christian, No, beer does not compare to Christ's redemptive grace. If you've never been exposed to sarcasm, then that's a whole different post. |
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From: (Anonymous)
2007-05-05 07:59 pm (UTC)
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i really wanted a beer, but after reading this, its a need
-cisco
From: (Anonymous)
2007-05-07 07:16 pm (UTC)
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Great post! Heaven is described as paved in gold and having pearly gates to communicate how attractive and valuable it is, and in that vein it is probably appropriate to describe heaven's rivers as awash in foaming rich beer. -tim p.
From: (Anonymous)
2007-05-07 08:51 pm (UTC)
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Ah yes. Beer, the cause of, and solution to, all of life's problems.
BTW, it seems to be a good day to talk about beer. (http://3oclockam.blogspot.com/2007/05/we-had-lot-to-celebrate-on-saturday.html) | |
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