For you winos.....

[Big Muddy]

The Califonicate earthquake rocked the h3ll outta the Napa Valley wine country....better stock up on your wine supply, and save some money, first thing Monday morning. ;)

[LJ3]

Dang... I've developed a pretty good taste for wine over the last couple years.

[Thumper]

Lynn loves it ... I can't stand it. Well, 'cept for Boone's Farm maybe. ;)

[Buckrub]

I do NOT do failures:

Ruined grapes
Eggs (unless in a recipe)
Raisins
Prunes
Buttermilk

If all of California vanishes, what loss would it be?

[johnboy]

Bucky, Bucky, Bucky. Seriously? Even you can't be that much of a curmudgeon. Can you?

[Buckrub]

Huh? Yeah, sure. I hate wine. Hate it. Not sure how that makes me a Curmudgeon. But not sure I ain't one, either. Sorta hard to pronounce.

[LW]

I am a wine drinker and California has some seriously good wine. Luckily, I am stocked up.

[Thumper]

Actually, I saw a comparison test on tv with a group of wine experts. They did blind taste tests and California actually beat out France.

I can drink it ... I'm just not crazy about it. I've been all through the Napa Valley and prolly hit the tasting rooms of 90% of the vineyards there at one time or another. The last time there was with Lynn and her mom, who also enjoys her wine. They were in heaven ... I drove. :(

[Fido]

I like it, besides JESUS drank it!

[DeputyDog]

Jesus didn't just drink it, he MADE it!

[Buckrub]

Then he drank it.

Turns out, me an him don't see eye to eye on some other things, too.............to my detriment.

[LJ3]

I like reds and very few whites. I like me some lovely Pino Noir & Cabernet and Merlot and and Shirraz and my new favorites is Malbec.

I don't know shit about shit about jack when it comes to wine except a couple things.

(1) Virginia is overly impressed with it's wine. It sucks it most cases.
(b) A friend of mine that knows I don't know jack about wine but knows that I like what I like and gave me this advice. "Go with with Chile or Argentina." So far, that advice has been pretty dang good.

[BarryBobPosthole]

I like most of the malbecs I've tried. There aren't many white wines that I really care for. My favorite probably is chianti, preferably the ones by Rufini or Classico. Goes great with just about any good food I like. Unless food is involved, I really don't drink it.

BKB

[Niner]

Georgia and South Carolina make some pretty good wines.
Chateau Élan and Duplin brands.

[Thumper]

Jesus didn't just drink it, he MADE it!

I can't think of ANYTHING that's more dry reading than the Bible (and if you disagree, you're FOS!). :D

Occasionally I've tried various books that try to put a little bit of "fun" into reading the Bible, but one of my favorites is Bill Miller's book, "The Beer Drinker's Guide to God". Now, don't get all judgmental just yet. You can actually call Bill "Father Miller" if you'd prefer. He's an Episcopalian priest ....... oh, and also a bar owner (Padre's .... in Texas)! :D

Anyway, he makes "reading the Bible" a hilarious experience and puts some fun into it. His story of Jesus making wine is a fun example of his humor. (this is just an excerpt)

This God’s For You: Jesus and the Good News of Beer

How Jesus partied with a purpose.

by William Miller

Jesus came to call not the righteous, but sinners. It is the best news I’ve heard since Pabst Blue Ribbon became the hipster’s choice — now I can drink cheaply and look cool at the same time. Finally, I am qualified to do something other than drink beer. The really good news? So are you.

The party scene in the second chapter of Mark, with Jesus surrounded by the cast of characters assembled at your local dive bar, is my favorite image of Jesus in all of scripture. The Greek word that is translated “sit” in so many more staid versions of this full-on rager actually means “recline.” Here we see the essence of “Come take a load off” religion, what Jesus meant when he said, “My burden is light, my yoke is easy, my beer is cold and free.” The gospel of Jesus Christ, the good news for a broken and bored world, is summarized in this scene and with these words: “Y’all come on in and get comfortable!” The mission of those who have already accepted the invitation to come in can be summarized in this simple, celebratory sentiment: “The first round is on Jesus. After that, we all buy a round!”

At the party pad of Matthew the IRS agent (also known as Levi), Jesus is chillin’ with his friends and followers. Our Lord and Savior kicks back, lays back, and throws back, along with everyone else. The members of this ragtag gathering would never be found on the guest list for high tea with the high priest down at the local temple. These are also not the kind of folks who would get worked into a competitive frenzy at the mere mention of a casserole competition for a typical parish potluck.

Nope, these were the folks who were outside the rope of the nicest nightclubs, whose lives were seemingly so messed up that they were considered “beyond the pale ale” by those whose religious preferences were much more refined and exclusive. These are the people who brought saltines and squeeze cheese, a can of bean dip, and a paper platter of Vienna sausage sandwiches, with white bread crusts intact, to the party. They found the lyrics to “99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall” to be challenging and their version of sacred music was crooned by the likes of Lynyrd Skynyrd and Billy Ray Cyrus. These were the outcasts, the ones who drank their wine out of a box, defended the legitimate sporting merits of professional wrestling, and argued that Hee Haw was an artistic achievement worthy of PBS syndication. They put the “un” before the “couth” and the screw cap back on the bottle — that is, when they were not drinking straight from it.

Their singular spiritual insight consisted of the only one that really mattered — they knew that they needed him. They literally hungered and thirsted for some justice and righteousness in their lives, for something more than what they had previously known. They desperately longed to hear some good news for a change, news that could change some things for good. And because they were not all consumed with proper protocol and the subtle nuances of off-limits conversation, they were the most likely candidates to share such good news with others, and even invite them to the party. This whole religion thing is really pretty simple: we are so astounded to discover that our names are on the guest list, and that we can get in because we’re with him, that we tell the world and invite all those who previously had no clue that religion could be so much fun.

Jesus partied, but he partied with a purpose. A profound gospel story about Jesus comes from the second chapter of the Gospel according to John. Jesus, his disciples, and his mom had all been invited to a wedding in Cana of Galilee. Back then, the wedding banquet was the social event of the season. At this particular party, whistles were just getting whetted when the wine ran out. This matrimonial faux pas was like McGooley’s Irish Pub running out of both green beer and Guinness stout before happy hour on St. Patrick’s Day.

Jesus’ mom steps in to save the day, telling Jesus, “They have no wine.” You gotta love that. The Virgin Mary comes across in the Bible as being one of the most reticent of players, typically slow to speak, mostly silent, and rarely getting worked up over anything, even when she has plenty of reason to. But God forbid they run out of booze at a party to which she has been invited! Such a predicament calls for the power of the Most High to be unleashed on both the caterer and the bartender.

Jesus rolls his eyes and says, “Thanks a lot, Mom. I guess that whole virgin birth thing was not nearly enough for you.”

I wonder if Jesus, like most of us, never quite measured up in his parents’ eyes. He summoned the wait staff to fill six gigantic stone jars, typically used for religious purification rites, to the brim with water. Once again, Jesus confused the sacred and secular, having no use for such artificial, unnatural, and unhealthy boundaries. Jesus then performed his first public miracle.

Here we read that Jesus turned the water into wine. Nothing says “I care” and “I represent God” quite like 180 gallons of the world’s finest Bordeaux. After tasting the good stuff that Jesus had somehow crushed, separated, fermented, and aged in the same amount of time it took Mary to say, “Thank you, Jesus!” the chief steward told the bridegroom, “Dude, at most parties they serve the good stuff first. Then when everyone is sloshed they start serving the Boone’s Farm. But here’s to you, my man, for you have saved the best for last!” The Gospel of John concludes the story by telling the reader, quite clearly, that this was the first of his signs, and that it revealed his glory, and that his disciples, who had witnessed the whole thing, not to mention having partaken of quite a bit of it, believed in him.

So I believe. I believe that several important theological truths are revealed by both the party at Levi’s house and the miracle at Cana, including the idea that it is far better to believe in something or somebody than to believe in nothing or nobody. The one who has little to celebrate, celebrates little, while the one who has much to celebrate, celebrates much. There is a bit of prodigal son in each of us.

When Jesus gets involved, the fruits of his labor are not only fermented but abundant and of the highest quality. When Jesus is invited, the party will go on for much longer than we had planned and will include people we had assumed would not be invited.


Here's his book: (read the glass)

http://charlestongrit.com/sites/default/files/styles/large/public/Screen%20shot%202014-08-12%20at%2011.30.43%20AM_1.png?itok=76jfkZ_l

[LJ3]

Don't rise to the bait, Bucky :)

[BarryBobPosthole]

Well, that one is a bit out there.

My folks, being the teetotalers they are and were, always told me that pure drinkable water was pretty hard to come by in those days and that the conversion of water to wine was actually a purification miracle and that since we had plentiful water at our disposal we had no business drinking anything else.
BKB

[Thumper]

You should go to Amazon and look at the table of contents page. Funny stuff! As for the Bible ... he's serious ... just teaches it in a fun way. There should be more of that ... people wouldn't be falling asleep in church as much. ;)

[Big Muddy]

Don't rise to the bait, Bucky :)

Len's right, Buckney!!!....don't do it....ya hear me, boy, don't do it!!!

[Thumper]

I ain't baiting. Besides, where would the argument be here? It's not nice to make learning about religion fun and interesting? Or is that sacrilegious? Sheesh!

[BarryBobPosthole]

Thumper, when it come to religion, ANYTHING anyone says is going to be offensive to somebody. Just the way it seems to work. Ya know, like Jesus got offended all the time.

BKB

[Thumper]

Do you think He'd wear a Rolex? ;)

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[BarryBobPosthole]

I don't know what he'd wear or how he'd react to organized religions. If his past reactions are any indications, there'd be some 'splainin' to do is all I know. He threw those moneychangers out of the temple (it wasn't a Christian temple by the way it was a jewish one) so I'd imagine he'd have something to say about rich preachers today that make money off of little old ladies.

My grandma on my step dad's side used to listen to Oral Roberts on the radio and put her hands on the radio because she thought he'd cure her of her migraine headaches. she also sent him almost every dime she had. I like to think he's burning in hell for that if there's really such a place.

BKB

[Thumper]

I used to have a little old lady as a customer when I had my business. Her tv was tuned to one televangelist or another 24/7 ... that's ALL she watched. When I'd finish my work, she'd always invite me in for a glass of iced tea and hand me her checkbook to "pay myself". I thumbed through a few times over the years and 99.0% of the checks were written out to some tv evangelist! I wanted to do or say something, but it wasn't my place. I once asked her if she had family in the area (I was going to try contacting them), but she said once her husband died, she had nobody. She was the sweetest little old lady you'd ever want to know and it just killed me ... but what could I do?

On a similar note, I went to an estate sale a couple months ago and the company running the sale described it as a "hoarder's house". It looked like a dang warehouse inside! You could barely fit into the house and had to turn sideways just to walk down a hallway. It was stacked from floor to ceiling with EVERYTHING ever sold on TV! If HSN or QVC sold it ... she had it ... sometimes in triplicate! Boxes stacked on top of boxes ... from floor to ceiling! I'd guess over 90% of them were unopened. The garage was FULL of stuff from weight benches (yes, really) to refrigerators ... still in their crates. It was obviously a sickness and the couple running the sale said they see it all the time with the elderly.