Sometimes Wine!

"Sometimes Wine!" cartoon by nakedpastor David Hayward

“Sometimes Wine!” cartoon by nakedpastor David Hayward

OWN A PRINT OF THIS CARTOON

Although alcohol is a problem for some, for others it provides great relief and enjoyment.

In my online community, The Lasting Supper, we share how each of us is deconstructing… changing our beliefs, our relationships with people, as well as our relationships with the church and religion.

Sometimes, alcohol comes up as one way some express their independence and freedom.

Well, and sometimes it’s a way to numb the pain of confusion, rejection, and isolation.

Anyway, I saw a motivational poster of a goldfish jumping from a crowded goldfish bowl into an empty one and I thought of this interpretation.

I hope you enjoy it and that it brings a smile to your face.

Consider joining us at The Lasting Supper. We’ll help you feel welcomed.

SHOP

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2 Responses

  1. Caryn LeMur says:

    LOL!!! Yes, I recall when ‘wine’ was frowned upon in my particular evangelical community… and then later, a bit of wine became OK (but beer was the great no-no). Gosh, I am thinking of the 1970’s to 80’s among my evangelical acquaintances in the US.

    Then, when I was in Germany as a military officer 1985 to 1989…. I met very good wine. Very interesting beer. And how did that relate to your religion? zero. nada.

    In their mind, the two lines did not intersect… Here in the states, it seems that wine is still a good way to mentally establish a bit of spiritual independence.

    Like ‘not wearing a cross necklace ‘ for the first time; or ‘not attending church but once a month’; or wearing a ‘provocative outfit’; or ‘watching a movie that is above PG-13′, and other symbolic rituals that say, “I want to own my philosophical journey… indeed, by doing this, I remind myself that I own my journey.’

    I remember discovering the phrase ‘Fuck’em’. Oh, I had it from my military days. But later, as I searched out for better ‘spiritual independence’, I simply began to swear again. Like any symbolic ritual, it began, flooded out way too often, and then swung back to normality.

    The ritual had done its work. I had again reminded myself that I owned my journey.

    It was not about the vulgar communication … it was about the symbolic ritual.

    Symbolic rituals abound… and are great tools to use.

    I think that we often begin within the church institution/community, and then gain our spiritual independence; and then determine how and when we wish to return to any community (if at all).

    With or without wine. 😉

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