Letter
to Robinson K. Russo, continued…
Alcohol.
Tricky stuff. My last installment was
designed to make you slightly paranoid. Everybody is being watched in our
times. The problem is that priests and those who aspire to the priesthood are
interesting. The world values sex and money. You are entering a job field in
which aspires to little money and NO sex. This intrigues and even angers
people. You are eminently watchable. If people can catch you in an act of
stupidity, it makes them feel so much better about their own stupidity. Nothing
will make you stupider than alcohol. We were told in the old days that alcohol
weakens the will and darkens the intellect, which is why we drink the stuff. A
little is a fine compliment to a good meal, has some health benefits can mellow
one out after a long day of sweating over a hot altar. A lot will make you a
topic of discussion at family dinner tables. People love it when father is one
of the guys. Even more they love to tell everyone when he falls off the bar
stool.
Alcohol
is a big deal in the priesthood. You will serve in communities where alcohol is
THE problem. For a priest to drink publicly can be hurtful in such a community.
When I was first ordained, I was assigned to a poor community that was riven by
drunkenness and drug addiction, I caused a lot of scandal by insisting that the
Catholic Faith did not prohibit the moderate use of alcohol. Men who had a
serious drinking problem would go home and say, “The priest said it’s alright
to drink.” I wonder how many wife beatings I am responsible for by my
insistence that moderate drinking was not sinful. When people have no
experience of moderate drinking you are a fool to pretend they do. You are a
shepherd and a Father. Think of the sheep before you think of your own rights
and freedom.
Alcohol
plays a large role in the priesthood. Wine. It’s part of everyday when you say
Mass. You need to know your relationship with alcohol very early on. There are
tests on line to determine if you are an alcoholic. Don’t panic. You probably
aren’t. Even if you have overdone it now and then, you are probably just young
and stupid. The problem is not so much young and stupid. It is old and stupid.
(Remember? The job title is “Elder.”) How was alcohol handled in your family?
Is there a history of alcohol or substance abuse in the family? There is a
saying that “The ability to hold your liquor isn’t a blessing. It’s a symptom.”
Alcohol
is the byproduct of a sugar solution and yeast. Yeast is a single-celled
microorganism, a member of the fungus kingdom. “Fungus Kingdom” sounds like one
of those games your kids play. When I was young we played with whatever sticks
and bones we found at the mouth of the cave. Where was I? Oh yes, Alcohol.
Little one-celled fungi swim around happily in a sugar solution belching and
excreting until they die in their own waste. And we then, bottle it, slap a
label on it and drink it, commenting on its delicate bouquet and its certain
presumptuous “je ne sais quoi.”
Why
some of us become addicted to yeast #@!$ (colloquial term for excreta deleted) is a mystery to me. The
euphoria caused by a toxin as it kills brain cells can have its purpose, but
when it takes away our freedom, we are in trouble. Christ is all about freedom.
This is something the world doesn’t understand. They think we are slaves to
rules and some overwhelming institution. It is quite the opposite. They are
slaves to their desires and passions. They are told to buy this and drink that
and drive a certain car. All this, because if they don’t have the proper
accoutrements, they will not be appealing sexually, not fully human. And here
we are saying, “No thanks I’m not buying the premise.” They say that the purpose of life in the
world is acquisition. “The person who dies with the most toys wins.” (“Toys”
include the intimate “partner” whom they treat as a thing, a possession.) We
are saying that the purpose of life is sacrificial love, not acquisition. We
are saying that the purpose even of intimacy is the giving of life. We hold
that intimacy is meant to be sacrificial. In order to love, we must be free.
In
his amazing book, The Screwtape Letters, C.S. Lewis riffs off
the verse from First Peter, “The devil goes about like a roaring lion seeking
someone to devour.” (1P5:8) Lewis says that God looks at humanity as potential
sons and lovers. The devil looks at us as cattle, food prepared for the table,
the stronger will devouring the weaker.
Nothing
softens one up like too much alcohol. Think of it as the devil’s own
tenderizing marinade. Get pickled and you will be devoured. If you lay aside
your free will, the Evil One will have his way with you, Father. You will not
be in this business very long until you find out that there really is a devil,
and he is not very nice. He wants you to do something stupid so that you will
be morally crippled and unable to do battle.
Believe
me. The priesthood really is a battle. “For
we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the
authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the
spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places.” (Ep 6:12) The devil will
want to take you out so that you cannot defend the sheep who look so tasty in
his evil eyes. Resolve now to be a free man, able to overcome the snares of the
enemy.
Next
week: more on alcohol, the devil, freedom and things I have learned from
exorcists about this stuff.
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