It is Good Friday. I am fasting today. I do not have the television on today. Thankfully, this is a furlough day (mandatory day off without pay). I normally take a day of vacation on Good Friday because it is such a momentous day in the calendar of Christianity. My prayer and meditation today were exquisitely beautiful.
I have several tasks to do today, I will do them in silence. Later I will go to church for a service at 3 p.m. Likely I will go to a meeting after that and meet some friends.
I know that for many of you, you don't want to hear a word about anything that is remotely similar to "religion," and that is fine. For my early years in sobriety, I embraced the "spiritual not religious" tag. It worked for me, but after a time, I felt a tug, and then a not so subtle pull back to the church of my youth. The Last Place On Earth I Wanted To Go. I am not kidding you. But I am oh so grateful for the sponsor who told me that was where I belonged and where I needed to go. It was a revelation to me to find that most of the stuff I thought I had heard there was made up by me during the 25 years when I was away. It was viewed through the self-centered lens of alcoholism.
God has abundantly blessed me with sponsors and other mentors in recovery who have helped me with this journey. It has been one of the most important of my life. And I am infinitely grateful for it.
The ONLY time I have ever said I was grateful to be an alcoholic was when I went back to the sacraments with a humble and contrite heart. I am not sure that would have been possible without the crucible that was my disease. A sensible alcoholic will always and forever be humble - if they have full knowledge of their condition.
I am so grateful for the journey that has been my sobriety. And to think I thought I thought coming to AA and throwing myself at your mercy meant my life was over! I had no idea that I would later consider the drinking years to be virtually wasted years - and the sober ones to be the ones I remember and cherish.
It is here in AA that I was loved and learned to love in return. It is here in AA that I learned to love someone as they puked and hurled and heaved. I learned how to listen attentively to jibberish. I learned how to hold the shaky hand of a terrified drunk, and gather my own strength from that.
There is no way I can express my gratitude. So I guess I will just try to put it into action - for another day. Sober. The Grace of God is the most amazing thing.