Today, I sinned.
After attending Easter Mass with my wife, we went over to my parents house to carouse with my dad and mom (who was declared cancer free in December and is just now back to full strength), my brother, his wife, and his two children, my sister, her husband, and their six children, my younger sister, my aunt and uncle, and our very good family friend Father Tom.
At around one, I poured myself my first glass of red wine. From one until seven, I drank, consistently refilling the cup. I played monster with my nephew, cards with a few nieces, and had both fun and deep conversations with my family and Father Tom. Everyone was very happy, laughing, joking, hugging each other. The festivity was bookended by prayers led by Father Tom, Jesus and the resurrection being the focal point of the prayers.
It was a great afternoon of togetherness, companionship, and love. But, alas, most of us were drunk.
If your God doesn't look at the afternoon I just experienced and smile, then your God, even if that is the God that exists, is not worth a damn. That's a mean God.
I think the God of the Bible, on a reasonable interpretation, can be understood as a loving God and a God that would smile upon and bless what occurred today.
