

Mark Driscoll reminds us, again, of how the feminist movement (beginning in the 1840s) pushed alcohol prohibition to keep men from gathering in pubs to talk about "man stuff". Where do you guys get away to talk about "guy stuff"--probably somebody's basement, dorm room, apartment, the camping trip, and so on. Isn't it pathetic that men have to get in cars and drive way, way in the woods just to get away to get sharpened?
The Women's Temperance Union sought to prohibit alcohol use by men so men could not cohere as a group (Gen 3:16), among some other things that were actually good.
Feminist blamed alcohol as a key reason for the inequality of men and women in society.
As feminism continued to infect the church, the feminist promotion of alcohol prohibition help to promote some denominations to condemn alcohol consumption as evil. Driscoll rightly notes,
"In 1869, Methodist pastor Dr. Thomas Welch created the very 'Christian' grape juice (Welch's) to replace communion wine, though it is what Jesus had at the Last Supper. The marriage of Christianity and feminism helped to create a dry nation that put out of business all but the largest brewers. . ." (The Radical Reformission, 146)
Feminists help make the Rev. Welch and his family millionaires. Hmm, declare something that Jesus did sinful and then conveniently start a company to offer the godly alternative--now that's smart business.
And today the legacy of feminist influence control's our practice of the Lord's Supper. The women did not succeed in keeping men from alcohol (actually the later laws failed) but they did succeed in eliminating a place for men to go to sharpen each other.
Guys, look are your dads! If your moms let them (Gen. 3:16) where do they go to get sharpened (Prov 27:17) and talk about "man stuff?" Bad news: once you get out of college most churches will have nothing for you, so you're going to have to create it yourselves and fight for your freedom to do so. And the "men's breakfast" is the LAST place where it happens. I mean, really, go to one a see. They're usually as deep as puddle of water.
Enjoy your Welch's!
Posted by anthony at December 16, 2005 09:25 PM | TrackBack