I have no idea who this lovely Scotsman is....I stumbled on him.
Making the World a Better Place One Beer at a Time
i tried to finish the advanced beer quiz but it was too hard...way over the top for me.
http://www.beerchurch.com/Default.aspx?tabid=84
Would I rather join the 'marawhana' church? Can't decide .....is beer or dope more spiritual? After careful consideration...I'd say nothing is better with a joint than a coldie!
Love the blog...
This is the first of what I intend to be regular blog entries regarding Beer Church and other stuff related to beer. So I'll start by introducing the whole concept behind Beer Church.
I know that our very existence pisses some people off. I know that they feel like they have an exclusive claim on the word "Church." Oh well. They're wrong. We're ffice:smarttags" / onload='javascript:showImageWidth(this,600,600)' class='AutoImageWidthTopic' style='cursor:poionter'>Beer Church and we aren't about to change.
I have been called a lot of things since starting Beer Church. I have been damned. People shake fingers in my face and tell me that I'm going to burn. The kinder people just say that they are praying for me. The worst? I was accused of disrespecting my family. Them's fightin' words! The accusation came from a family member, of all people, who pointed out that I had been raised in a good, loving, Christian home. She seemed to be astonished and offended by the fact that my upbringing would result in this--result in me going out and doing something as blasphemous as starting an organization called Beer Church.
Well that's exactly why I did it. If it hadn't been for the way I was raised, this never would have happened. My parents were good people. Caring people. Kind and generous people. It just so happens that they were Christians as well. They weren't like today's politically motivated Christians. Today, "followers of Christ" seem to be more interested in institutionalizing and enforcing their personal belief system than they are in being Christ-like. My parents weren't like that. They were just good, caring people who were part of a congregation of good, caring people.
When I became an adult and started making my own decisions about what I did and did not believe, I came to realize that I was not bubbling with the spirit the way that my parents were. I stopped going to church just as soon as it became my choice. That's not a knock on my parents or their beliefs. I am just not compelled in that direction. I don't feel it.
I don't think Jesus would want me to fake it.
Still, I want to help. I want to be good. I want the world to be a better place. I think that congregating people for a good cause is a noble thing. Bringing people together who otherwise represent a diversity of opinions, a diversity of ideologies, a diversity of backgrounds, to support a common cause... well, that just can't be a bad thing. Beer is something that so many different people like. Why not use it as our common ground?
Is this whole "Beer Church thing" starting to make sense?
Just roll your window down and hang your head out the window when you feel like you need to, on the edge of a field, like I used to do, and turn your headlights on to scare the deer, by mistake.... That crisp morning air is so refreshing, with the moonlight & the fog--oh, those were good times--I'm gonna have to do that again this autumn!! 
