Now that I am on the Stewardship Council at Church, I attend monthly meetings with the rest of the crew, most of whom are quite friendly, interesting folks.

The person closest in age to me is a fellow named Carl who, despite his beard and mustache, could easily be considered separated at birth from "Niles" from Frasier due to his seemingly erudite nature and refined manner.

Carl generously and painstakingly prepared authentic Irish Coffees for the entire council, complete with the "right" glass vessel for each, plus caramel biscuits to accompany the beverage. He even made WHIPPED CREAM from scratch with a nitrous-cartridge dispenser and then sprinkled cocoa atop its foamy goodness. Needless to say, it was delicious, and we all loosened up and had a fruitful meeting.

Clearly the Big Guy approved of our venture into whiskey land: as it turned out, our devotional study/discussion was none other than the Wedding Feast At Cannan - where Jesus turned water in to wine!

We made it official: from here forward, we will have some kind of fancy boozy concoction served at each Council meeting. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirits, AMEN!