Ooooo yeah baby!  If you can do it with adult beverages you can do it with cigars....I'm wait'n for a blog on that one too.

And I love this paragraph near the end of the blog:

For now, we live between cross and resurrection, between Cana and New Jerusalem. We walk in the way of water, but in the enrapturing power of hooch. We must identify ourselves with those who are unable to drink from the vine and are confined to the tap. We must live in solidarity with the many who will never enjoy the alcoholic parables of the kingdom. Those who have “tasted and seen that the Lord is good” are sent as ambassadors of Christ, as witnesses to the glory of beer and wine. We are ministers of holy inebriation. As we drink from the cup of the new covenant, we go forward as bibulous missionaries, stumbling forward in pentecostal intoxication, following Christ’s command to give drink to those who are thirsty.

Speak Lard, speak!

Up in the studio me and my drank
Please let me be and let me do my thang
Think about a certain..certain somebody
that perfect somebody sexy purple body
she got service road curves, and highway eyes
the road to her soul, just follow the road signs
and holla if you hear me, i love it when she near me.
i hate when she away and satan see the day
that hell freeze over for i let her go
and let one of you _____  ______ get her no no no
you dont know how to treat her
you dont know that i need her
hey...do you know that i need ya...

I need You...You are my Certain Somebody...Intoxicate us all...

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An Invocation to the Holy Spirit

Come, true light.
Come, life eternal.
Come, hidden mystery.
Come, treasure without name.

Come, reality beyond all words.
Come, person beyond all understanding.
Come, rejoicing without end.
Come, light that knows no evening.

Come, unfailing expectation of the saved.
Come, raising of the fallen.
Come, resurrection of the dead.
Come, all-powerful, for unceasingly you create, refashion and change all things by your will alone.

Come, for your name fills our hearts with longing, and is ever on our lips.
Come, for you are yourself the desire that is within me.
Come, my breath and my life.
Come, the consolation of my humble soul.

Come, my joy, my glory, my endless delight.

St. Symeon the New Theologian

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“On the walls of the catacombs in Rome there is sometimes painted the figure of a woman praying, the Orans. She is gazing towards heaven, her open hands raised with the palms upwards. This is one of the most ancient of Christian ikons. Whom does she represent—the Blessed Virgin Mary, the Church, or the soul at prayer? Or perhaps all three at once? However, it is interpreted, this ikon depicts a basic Christian attitude: that of invocation or epiclesis, of calling down or waiting upon the Holy Spirit.

There are three main positions that we can assume with our hands, and each has its own symbolic meaning. Our hands may be closed, our fists clenched, as a gesture of defiance or in an effort to grasp and to hold fast, thus expressing aggression or fear. At the other extreme our hands may hang listlessly by our sides, neither defiant nor receptive. Or else, as a third possibility, our hands may be lifted up like those of the Orans, no longer clenched by open, no longer listless but ready to receive the gifts of the Spirit. An all-important lesson upon the spiritual Way is understanding how to unclench our fists and to open our hands.

Each hour and minute we are to make our own the action of the Orans: invisibly we are to lift our opened hands to heaven, saying to the Spirit, Come.

The whole aim of the Christian life is to be a Spirit-bearer, to live in the Spirit of God, to breathe the Spirit of God.”

Kallistos Ware.  From "The Orthodox Way"

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