Smoking
Steve Brown August 1st, 2007
I know, I know.
I probably shouldn't have permitted the picture of me smoking my pipe in the last Key Life magazine or, for that matter, on this website.
Look. It's the only sin I have left and, if I didn't have that one, I wouldn't be writing this blog. Everybody knows that perfect Christians don't associate with imperfect Christians…me being the perfect one (sans pipe) and you being the imperfect one.
So my pipe, you could say, is my effort at true "koinonia."
What about my health?
Good point that, to wit, when it's my time to die, I don't want to be like a sinking ship with nothing to throw overboard.
A friend of mine, Jim Lee, wrote to me after seeing the picture…
You have entered into the ranks of Luther on this one, Steve! Reminds me of when I smoked a cigar in front of one preacher, saying I was "killing the Pharisee within," but that was nothing! Your picture could very well end up gracing the bulletin boards of Moody, Dallas, Bob Jones, and others. Before all of the calls start coming in to say you aren't saved, "please cancel my subscription," etc., I want you to know you blow me away with this and I appreciate your making the point in this way.
Frankly, I never thought I would see the day!
If things get really bad and you need a backup plan, I may be able to help. Here are some possible suggestions :
(1) You could say "It wasn't me! Somebody at the printers is out to get me, and they morphed my picture onto that pipe! It's easy to do with 'photoshop'! The devil is trying to ruin my testimony!"
Or (2) "I was at the park and had a root beer lollipop. If you look closely you can see that it's just a cloud behind my head!"
Or (3) "I was teaching in seminary and was attempting to illustrate a point about Jesus coming in the clouds."
Jim's words made me laugh (as he often does); but, frankly, I can't deal with the guilt.
No, not the guilt of smoking.
The guilt of quitting and then sneaking around.
I once announced to a church congregation where I was the pastor that I had stopped smoking. There was applause. Not only that. I started getting piles of candy and chewing gum from my concerned parishioners who wanted to help me in every way they could.
It lasted about two weeks before I started sneaking smokes. I could have lived with that.
It was the preaching and teaching about honesty and authenticity that got me.
So I announced my fall from grace from the pulpit. I said, "Just so you know, I've started smoking again. Let us pray…"
I didn't say it, but could have said, "And after this service, I'm going to get out my fine briar pipe and my aromatic, freshly mixed tobacco and have a smoke."
After a dull sermon, a boring faculty meeting, a hard day, etc., etc., one needs something to look forward to. In that way, smoking is like heaven. It, of course, isn't heaven, but it will do until then.
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Adam Roper August 1st, 2007
Hmm. This is interesting. (by "this" i mean how you describe the act of smoking "after a hard day").
I feel the same about coffee- Coffee that is, of course, fair trade/freshly ground/made in a french-press.
The taste of it is rather euphoric, as it puts me in a place of quiet understanding that, otherwise, i would wrestle to find.
(And then the high of the coffee kicks in, and I drift into an anxiety, asking questions that I don't know how to answer…then I feel embarrassed about asking them later).
I guess we all have our vices- our simple vices which momentarily thin the veil between creation and creator. when i taste coffee, I can (somewhat) understand the words "It is good", spoken of God's masterpiece.