Plain Shot

I’ve been saving this airplane shot for years. My original idea was to hide it in a box somewhere that only I knew where it was and then if something ridiculous happened where life just got awful, and I just needed something to get me through, then I’d come find the shot. I can’t say with any certainty where I actually got this airplane shot to begin with, but I do know that’s been my plan for it from the start. However, I’ve been through some seriously heavy stuff the past couple years, but somehow I haven’t ever thought about this little guy I had stashed away as disaster relief–it hasn’t even crossed my mind–which is very unlike me; I ordinarily have a very good whiskey memory. Let me clarify that: I have a good memory for whiskey, not after whiskey. Of the manifold reasons for my whiskey amnesia, one stands out the most, and that’s where my reliance rests in times of trouble. Many years ago–when I made the plan for this whiskey shot–I tried very hard to exact control from Christ over my responses to difficult situations. When things became too big for me to handle, I sought destructive outside help, like hyper-social-stimulation, porn, or booze. Since then I’ve learned that without Christ I can do nothing; I realized that if I’m feeling lower than low, trying to take care of that on my own only puts me even lower in the end. As the famous lyricist Sean C. Nelson of the band Harvey Danger says, “Wine, women, and song: I tried them all. It did not take me long to figure I’d unlocked the door to happiness. I figured wrong.” I also figured wrong, but somehow Christ is steadily setting me straight. So here I am in front of the computer on a plain old Sunday evening with nothing real terrible weighing me down; it’s time to take the shot. Too bad I don’t have some cool drinking catchphrase, otherwise I’d say it right now. Deep breath.

Whew! That wasn’t nearly as bad as I was expecting. It says “10 years of age” on the bottle, but add the 5 years or so it’s been hidden in that box and we’re actually approaching a mature whiskey.


~ by russell jander on January 8, 2012.

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