To drink or not to drink?

After a week to simmer down, I have not changed sides. How can beer or any alcohol-laden beverage be helpful to being instruments of righteousness? What, you become more sociable? You become part of the group and so they open up to you? What?

At least for now, I stand by the fact that alcohol can potentially take you to somewhere really dangerous, while a similar amount of water or ice-lemon tea or coke, would simply take me to the loo to empty my bladder. Okay, fine, maybe to the hospital for kidney dialysis too.

If you would down a few bottles of beer in one night, would you have done the same with a few bottles of ice lemon tea? I don't think so, you'd have drunk only one glass of tea.

Okay, so maybe some people can get high on tea, or coca-cola. But that's hardly more physiological than psychological. Alcohol, will do that to you, whether you want it or not. It can chemically alter your mental state.

Fine, so you don't get drunk from a few bottles. Like, what's the big deal, right?
Well, at the very least, please remember that you don't live in a world of your own. I don't believe in saying, who cares what other people think? I'm me. That's crap, because, see, no man is an island, or don't be a stumbling block to others. Whatever, take your pick. I mean, I couldn't care less if you got crazy drunk on your own because, hey, I wouldn't know. But in front of those younger than you, who you are supposed to protect, whose hearts and minds you were supposed to guard? Fixing up images of drinking and having fun? Throwing temptations right into their face? Way to go.

Don't even begin to compromise with consuming alcoholic drinks. Don't even begin to compromise. Because, just like intimate relationships, you will cross the line before you even know it. I'll be specific here, that camp so was not just about relationships; it was about your entire life in Christ, right?

That was the biggest problem actually. Isolated area, no adults (except one who was such a great disappointment), leaders who I don't know what they were thinking (or at all)... I think that was the first time I ever just up-and-go. If I didn't, I might have freaked out really bad.

See, it wasn't so much about the alcohol, but about the attitude. The attitude of wanting to consume it for I-dunno-what reason. The attitude that it is okay. The lack of the attitude of being careful about it. The lack of the attitude of looking out for others.

I know, I know, what about communion, right? Don't we drink a small amount of alcohol in the form of Port every Sunday? Well, I'm no good at arguments, and I admit I'm just heavily biased and led by my heart. But well, all I can say is, tell me how remembering that Christ died for us on the cross, has got to do with leisure consumption of much greater amounts of the spirit. Oh, you know what 'spirit' I'm talking about.

Well, I suppose I haven't simmered down much. Apologies.
I'm not doing much better so I have no right to say this much. Who knows, maybe I'm so bothered because, I feared that it would be me who would drink and cross the line. I face an internal conflict with the discovery of a palatable Red Moscato, during which I also remember feeling extremely embarrassed because I know my face and ears were red. To drink or not to drink? Just one glass? Why not, none?