Original stolen from ChristianityToday.com

The other day I was at my pub, I leaned back in the easy chair and discussed theology with my buddies. The bartender was late with the delivery of my drinks and I was nearly nodding off: This is the best place for ministry. Been a while I’ve had since … since … my last witnessing opportunity!

I was kicking it in my usual spot in the pub, wearing my denim pants and clutching a pint of creamy Guinness. Oh my gosh, I thought. This is my quiet time! Cold beer, worn pants and a t-shirt, big guys conversing in the dark pub, and a soft candle in the distance.

I’ve often told friends that my love of the brew, especially in the evening. “Like Heaven in a cup,” I’ve told them. Little did I realize I’ve been getting much-needed evening fuzzies by way of Arthur Guinness ! Yep, just me and Arthur (as in “a pint of”) kicking it in the pub.

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