Great Binge Britain

Yesterday morning, about 8:15 am. Not that many about you would expect, hardly anyone in fact.
I like walking through the city at this time, very quiet, and the weather was very dry yesterday. I was out early because I was on my way to help set up the Moorlands church meeting. To my surprise, as I was walking along, out from a front yard staggered a young girl in a dress the size of a postage stamp, swaying heavily.
"Excuse me," she grunted, stepping precariously onto the road and towards me. "I don't know where I am."
She was drunk, had no idea where she was, where she was going, and I doubt she remembers me at all. I took her to the nearest shop, where she then kissed me on both cheeks and then stumbled off.

I honestly have no idea if she made it where she was going. I doubt she even knew where she was going. She certainly had no idea where she was when I saw her, and I dread to think what she had been like the night before.

This is today's culture, to want to drink a drug that robs your freedom of speech, movement and common sense, to barely cover yourself and venture out into a dangerous world where literally anything could happen to you. I wonder what would have happened to that girl if she had met a pervert that morning, or indeed anyone who could have manipulated her to their own gain.

I'm not taking any moral high ground. I've been drunk a few times. The worst time was in second year, where after two bottles of wine and a pint of death I hit a club until the early hours, then came home and woke up at 5am having flooded the bathroom and been sick in the sink...it's no laughing matter.

The fact that we do this to ourselves, this escapism into a temporary blissful mind, where we feel invincible, we feel we are the best. We want to be God-like. The consequences are dire, and yet we still do it every week.

When you think about the idea of drinking something enough to make you lose inhibitions, vomit, and suffer massive headaches, I want to ask, is it really worth it?

There is nothing wrong with a drink in itself, but to lose our self control, is to deny our right to be in control of our bodies, which God has given us, and you open yourself up to the most vile of things, what you do and what can be done for you.

Is it really worth it?