Years ago, in college, I was in a fraternity, we drank lots of beer, most all of it was Coors. We drank it from 20 gallon kegs(Large keg size anyway) and always had a new keg waiting in the Frat house cooler waiting, heaven forbid we should ever run out.
Anyway we decided to send a sample of the beer to the State Health lab for analysis, for bacteriological, chemical, CBC, etc. and whatnot.
Well we waited and waited and after about three weeks we got the results from the state Health Lab.
The report said: "Dear sirs: Your horse is diabetic."
I switched to Wild Turkey 101. Went down like oil. Love that corn.
After my 5th ulcer surgery, I was referred to a treatment center by several doctors and a judge that was holding "paper" on me. The paper was not parking tickets. The whiskey was killing me, June 21, 1980. I went. Been sober 30 years, 2 months, 28 days(+/-). It's great, what God gave me. Life again, when I didn't deserve it.
Though I am 1/2 Lakota(father's side and he died alcoholic) there are other folks who can't handle it either.
If you can handle it, fine. If it's handling you, I pray God you'll get help and quit, for your family(if you still have a family), for your job(if you still have one), for the sake of your friends(if you still have any), and for the witness you personally set forth of the Lord, if witness you still have.
I do not believe a drink, per se, is sin. I only urge caution. It's very deceptive, addiction is. I have a PhD. in Engineering, was a tenured professor and published. So what? I also became crazy as a bedbug on the stuff. Sorry to insult bedbugs.
Vaya con Dios, y tenga cuidado, and Shalom.