When I first committed my life to God, while I did not even come close to understanding what I had done, I found that I simply lost interest in going to bars with my friends.
Nobody told me I had to quit doing that, or berated me for it, but suddenly it was just no longer attractive to me. And it’s not like I was a hard core partier or drinker. And my friends were still my friends. It wasn’t them I was rejecting.
I guess I was just looking for something in all the wrong places and found it in God, without even knowing it. I learned later and understood in retrospect what happened, but at the time, it just happened that way.
And never regretted it either.
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Almost all of my beer drinking friends live far enough away now that we’re not just around the block from each other anymore. I’d pop in at the local watering hole just to get out of the house for a while and maybe to meet some new people but they seemed more interested in playing their Keno games at the bar and smoking outside than striking up an intelligent conversation. Fortunatley, I have everything at home in terms of music and video that any sports bar has, and the price of a couple of good draft beers with an order of seasoned fried has gone through the roof, so why even bother when the bartender expects a hefty tip on top of it. I never liked the idea of paying a premium for “atmosphere” and my atmosphere at home suits me just fine.