Friday Out of Defeat – Strength

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Another week ends. And in certain circles, today is Good Friday.

And in the immortal words of Anthony Campolo …

“… it’s Friday, but Sunday’s a coming !”

I heard this message spoken many many years ago on a retreat in high school.

It is a rousing sermon centered around Jesus being in the tomb, and it is dark, and people do not know what to do. They are scattering all over the place, not knowing where to go or what to believe, and so the message is “It’s Friday but Sunday’s a coming.”

It is a call to be expectant. To await the coming of Jesus on Easter Morning. When the church rejoices in the risen Christ. The choirs sing, the bells ring, and the crowd sings Hallelujah.

It was a quiet day today. Things are coming together for my guys. And as on any holiday we wait expectantly for people to show up.

When I used to work in the bars, holidays were the busiest nights for business. Gay boys after spending time with their families, needed to drown their minds in alcohol, so they would come in droves.

It is almost the same when you quit drinking. Holidays are always difficult. Parties, family gatherings, and so forth. It is for that reason that rooms need to be open on holidays, to welcome folks in after spending time in situations where there is alcohol and sometimes copious amounts of it.

I was out early this evening. The transit was swift. I arrived at the church even before the key holder got there. We set up and made coffee, and for the first time we saw an urn filled with water and a hopper of coffee, not perk.

The urn heated the water, but it did not perk the coffee. That’s never happened before in my memory. The coffee grinds were dry. So we refilled the urn with cold water and plugged it back in and it perked the second time. WEIRD !!!

The regular gang gathered for our Friday meeting. It is the meeting of the week, where we can connect and spend time together. Both my guys were in attendance.

We read from A.B.S.I. – Out of defeat, strength …

“If we are planning to quit drinking, there must be no reservation of any kind, nor any lurking notion that some day we will be immune to alcohol.

Such is the paradox of A.A. regeneration: strength arising out of complete defeat and weakness, the loss of one’s old life as a condition for finding a new one.”

Short and sweet.

The first time I quit drinking I was drinking to kill myself. I was defeated.

The second time I quit drinking, I was under the delusion that the alcohol would remake me, into someone I wanted to be because I wasn’t happy with who I was.

I knew I had come to the end. I knew God was the only one who could help me, I admitted to myself that I was powerless, and that I needed help. I came back defeated once again, but much more in a sad state.

I had made the move here because I wanted to reinvent myself, and start a new life. And that is just what happened. I got much more than I had expected, and life is much more than I had ever imagined.

This is a common thought of people who come from somewhere else, and end up here, either for school, work or life circumstances.

I have always said to my readers that if it is possible, leave your lazy boy chairs and your beer and chips, pack your bags and move somewhere else for one year, and see life from someone else’s perspective. Your life will never be the same.

A good night was had by all.

More to come, stay tuned…

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