I can't help but notice as I prepare my morning coffee, the "Brotherhood of Vodka Lovers" (my name for the group) enjoying "breakfast on the lawn" (actually the "courtyard" inner area of our apartment building) as they gather every morning beginning very early, usually not long after sun-up. A lovely continental breakfast that appears to consist of a clear liquid (which I'm quite confident is not water!) poured from a small glass liqour bottle, pieces of bread, or some kind of nuts, sometimes pieces of dried fish is shared by these men as they enjoy the fresh morning air while puffing on their cigarettes.
I relate this scene somewhat sarcastically and jokingly, though, to me it is really quite sad. As I come and go throughout the day, I often find them still sitting until afternoon or evening - sometimes moving to other nearby benches where they chat and drink and smoke some more. It's difficult to imagine such a life. Why is this so sad to me? It reveals the emptiness of the soul - the heart of a man who lives without the Lord Jesus Christ. It's a picture of life without hope or purpose, without direction, without true and lasting joy. Oh, certainly there may be a temporary feeling of euphoria - but when the vodka wares off - then what?
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