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Waking up

Broken and angry, he was confused about God. Luckily, Ebby’s words to Bill helped him find his way

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I was raised in the church with a good religious base. However, despite the best attempts of the church, I felt there was no God, at least not a God who would involve himself with human affairs. The only reason I went to church when I was young was because they had wine. It was my reward for attending; I got a little buzz at the end of the mass. The God of my understanding at this time was a vengeful God who was waiting for us to screw up so he could stomp on us.

I had my first beer when I was 10, with the consent of my dad. He told me, “Work like a man, drink like a man.” The feeling I got was indescribable: Everything was OK with the world now. I felt powerful from the beer. It became my solution to living.

Drumheller, Alberta, Canada

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