@NickDickem2@ITshortking2 The one in the picture appears to be a WW1 trench club which I’ve always found fascinating, heavy machine guns and rifles, get up close and bonk.
Once, our priest in Paris was arrested by the Germans. He was replaced by another priest who came to church but almost never served, because most of the time he arrived completely drunk. I was a young man then; I would put him in the corner and stand right in front of him so that if he fell, he would fall on me and I could catch him.
He was condemned by many. I even remember an interesting conversation when he spoke of himself as a bad priest, but someone else said to him, 'You know, you're not a bad priest. You're a bad person, but you're a good priest.'
Now, I absolutely agree with that because I once went to him for confession—a time when there was no judgment. I remember him listening to my confession. He listened from the depths of his own remorse, and he wept over me. They were not drunken tears; he was quite sober. He wept over the fact that here was a young man of twenty-something years who was struggling and could ruin his life, too.
I remember when I finished my confession, he said to me, 'You know what my life is like. You know that I have no right to talk about how people should live or what kind of people they should be. But even though I am not worthy to speak of it, I will tell you what Christ would say in my place, because you are young, and you might not end up where I have.' And he spoke to me then from the Gospel.
To an external observer, this man was nothing but a drunkard. What a shame—a priest who drinks! Yet, he could speak God's truth from the depths of his suffering.
Later, I learned more about him. He, along with part of the White Army, had left Crimea on one steamboat. His wife and two children were on another steamboat, and that boat sank. They died right before his eyes, and he could do nothing. And so, he drank himself to ruin.
To that, anyone might say, 'But Job did not get drunk!' Well, if you dare to say that Job did not drink, you must first grow to the stature of Job. Job himself would not have condemned him.
~Metropolitan Anthony.
@NickDickem2@aquiloniandream In my experience which is admittedly limited if you enjoy a hobby you can end up finding people who either accept it or love it themselves hence my wife who has come to share my love of fallout and Tolkien. The people who post things like this are typically engagement farming.