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This is What Beer Drinkers Look Like When They're Not Drinking Beer

I've never been a drinker. I've never even tasted beer. It's just not an interest of mine. But, even with my inexperience now clearly stated, I want to take a guess about something.

Most people don't want to be referred to as drunks. Call it a hunch or whatever, but since drunkenness is, at the very least, associated with looking stupid, I'm guessing I'm right about this.

If you're with me so far, then picture this. There's a large group of people gathered. The wind is howling and all of the sudden, there's a whole lot of talking. It all sounds like nonsense to you, but everyone in the crowd seems to be understanding each other, sort of the way two different animals seem to understand each other. Then someone tapes the animals, the video goes viral and girls around the world say 'awwww!'

All it would take is for some guy to come along and say how stupid the video is for girls everywhere to stand up and make a defense. This is exactly what happens in the case of the howling-wind, everybody-is-talking-nonsense crowd. Someone on the outside snickers and calls them all drunks. That's when their spokesperson stands up and cries out:

These men are not drunk!

You might recognize this story from Acts 2. The howling wind is the Holy Spirit. The 'drunks' are the believers in Jesus. The spokesperson is Peter. Peter does not stay long on defending the actions of the people. instead, he states that 9 a.m. is too early for them to be drunk. You will notice that he does not say that its improbable these men will be drunk later. He just does not focus on that. He brings the focus back to Jesus.

How would you like that as your defense? Well, uhh, I'm not saying some of these guys won't be drunk later, but come on. The day is young.

To be continued...

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