When I finally got out of the office today, I really felt like having a beer. And as I was driving home, the word I got from God was to sit down and have a beer with him. So I did. I got home, sat in the arm chair with a good scottish ale, and listened to Jesus.

He told me my problem right now isn’t the sin in my life, it’s how I deal with the sin. I get ashamed of it, I try to wrench my life and my behavior into the shape I want it in, and I get embarrassed to talk about God. What I should be doing is giving every bit of it to him, instead of trying to carry it myself. If I trust Jesus to have cleaned up every last bit of my sin, why am I trying to tie myself in knots, cleaning up something that’s already been cleaned up?

And then, he wouldn’t let me write about anything else tonight other than about having a beer with Jesus.