Ain't It Grand the Wind Stopped Blowin'?

On Monday morning the group leader reads a passage out of our text that we then use as a basis for our discussion.  Hard to have a bad meeting when we're reading out of the literature.  Unfortunately, as a general rule, if you want to suppress attendance at a meeting then read out of the literature.  It's a lot easier picking a topic that focuses on a problem to bitch about than to study the solutions that usually require us to do some distasteful work.

Anyway, here's what came out today:

"We feel a man is unthinking when he says that sobriety is enough.  He is like the farmer who came up out of his cyclone cellar to find his home ruined.  To his wife, he remarked, "Don't see anything the matter here, Ma.  Ain't it grand the wind stopped blowin'?"

My sponsor used to say that if you sober up a drunken horse thief then you're left with a horse thief.

Ultimately, of course, everything revolves around staying clean and sober.   What follows, of course, is the suggestion that the whole rest of the deal is to lead, to the best of our ability, a spiritual life based on the 12 Steps.  I was a drunk asshole when I came into The Fellowship - all I did initially was subtract the "drunk" part.  You can diagram the sentence to see what was left.