sinful lips

Christians, Grab a Drink

I recently heard about a friend of a friend who is a Christian and highly against alcohol. Now this is all second hand talk, and I’m not judging, but it led to a conversation between me and my wife about people who feel this way about alcoholic beverages. Now, I grew up in a home that was slightly anti-alcohol. My grandfather was an alcoholic, so my parents avoided drinking. If my dad had 1 beer a year, that was a lot. As I got older, I naturally avoided alcohol myself, knowing the effect it had had on my family. Also, it helped that I hated the taste.

The reason I bring this up is because I had a purpose in avoiding drinking. There was a legitimate reason. There a need to avoid temptation, drunkenness, and foolish mistakes. Also, like I said, I hated the taste (yuck). When we look at God’s law, there is a purpose for all His commandments. He wants us to wait to have sex because it creates a stronger relationship in marriage. He wants us to sacrifice for others because it shows love to our neighbors. He asks us to not steal because it shows respect and honor to our brothers and sisters and is morally just. If you read through the Bible, there are commandments against drunkenness because there is a reason. It leads to bad decisions and thus poor character. But against general consumption with dinner or a beer in the evening to relax, there is no such law.

Again I say, some people, Christians and non-Christians avoid alcohol simply because they know the possible effects, and that is great. Jesus tells us to cut out our eye if it causes us to sin, so do the same with the bottle. Those aren’t the people I am speaking about here. What I am talking about are the people who put every ounce of their energy into making sure the world knows the evil of alcohol. To those people who preach fiercely against alcohol, tattoos, and long hairstyles on men, let me remind you: everything can be an idol, even self righteousness.

What if you put that same amount of energy into sitting down with that person who is having a drink to show them some love, rather than yelling at them? What if you asked that person about what their tattoos mean instead of condemning them for what might be in their past? The answer is that you would do a much better job of representing Jesus to the world.

Let’s pretend for a second that alcohol and tattoos are evil (which they aren’t). Didn’t Jesus dine with tax collectors? Didn’t he show compassion to prostitutes? He didn’t welcome them into his inner circle as disciples or accept their wrongful choices, but He took time to show love to them and teach them about why He was there. Why? Because the Gospel was just as important for them to hear as it was for everyone else in the world. Jesus had no idols, including his own righteousness. The only thing He worshiped was God the Father, and one way (out of many) that He did that was by extending a hand of Grace.  

Christians need to have the law, for it shows us the path of right and wrong. But don’t forget that Jesus fulfilled that law. Put your time, energy, and effort into honoring Him, not into self-righteous and silly judgement. So Christians, grab a drink and sit down with the person who needs to be shown Christ’s love, and if your worried about alcohol, I recommend the virgin strawberry daquiris. They’re my favorite. 

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Ms. Bustier: If you’ve all recovered from last week’s fiasco, We’ll continue from Act One Scene Five. Chloe?

Chloe: Tch! Marinette can do it!

Ms. Bustier: Marinette?

Marinette: Yes Ma’am! (She squeaks, nervously picking up her book)

Ms. Bustier: And for Romeo…

(All the boys either turn away and Nino lifts Adrien’s hand for him)

Adrien: Hey…

Ms. Bustier: *sigh* Adrien if you wouldn’t mind.

Adrien: (He picks up his book too)

Alix: Try to name the right girl this time, lover boy! (Kim throws his book at her) Ouch!

-Reading starts-

(taking JULIET’s hand) If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.

Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this,
For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss.

Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?

Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.

O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do.
They pray; grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.

Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.

Then move not, while my prayer’s effect I take.
(kisses her - queue quiet gasping from class)
Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged.

Then have my lips the sin that they have took.

Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
Give me my sin again.

(Everyone is super embarrassed by this exchange.)

Nino: Daaaamn, Dude… 

Chloe: I don’t know what’s going on anymore.



     Hands everywhere. In your hair, on your sides, under your shirt.

     You pushed Dean down the hallway to your shared bedroom, your lips never disconnecting from his and the kiss tasting like the whiskey you’d both drank at the bar. You fumbled for the doorknob when you reached your destination, fingers sliding over the cool metal, but before you managed to get it open Dean spun you around and pinned you to the door, his lips immediately finding their way to your neck. You tilted your head back and exhaled sharply, fingers tangling into his short hair and holding him against your chest, his sinful lips now trailing between your breasts.

     It didn’t take long before you wanted more, needed more. You lifted your leg up and curled it around the back of Dean’s - a signal he easily picked up on and quickly wrapped his arm around your waist, lifting you off the ground in one smooth motion. He pushed the bedroom door open with his free hand and kicked it shut behind him.

     One by one your layers hit the floor - plaid you’d stolen from Dean, tank top, bra. Then when his legs touched the bed Dean gently laid you down on the mattress, his lips only disconnecting from yours long enough to stand up and remove his own shirt, the smooth expanses of his chest making you rub your legs together in a desperate search for friction, until –

     “GAH!” The cuff of Dean’s shirt caught at his wrist and he crashed the fabric into his thighs, angrily trying to shake the offending garment free. You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips.

     “You think this is funny?” Dean asked playfully, grabbing your hand and pulling you up to sitting.

     You took his wrist and opened the buttons holding his sleeve in place, never breaking eye contact as you did. Then you slid your hand up Dean’s arm and grabbed the back of his shoulder, pulling him down to your level and connecting his lips with yours. You kissed up his jaw and towards his ear, lips a hair breadth away, and whispered, “I think it’s hilarious.”

     Dean pulled back and shook his head, grin broad and mischief dancing in his eyes. And then he pounced.

*These gifs are not mine, both the gifs are from Google Images*

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