The Drunkenness of the World

Based on Gospel of Thomas Saying 28: “I found them all drunk; I didn’t find any of them thirsty… When they shake off their wine, then they’ll change.”

Alan Dyer

9/28/20252 min read

The Drunkenness of the World

Based on Saying 28: “I found them all drunk; I didn’t find any of them thirsty… When they shake off their wine, then they’ll change.”

Opening Words

He stood in the middle of the world. Not above it. Not outside it. In the middle.

He came in flesh. He came in truth. And He found the world intoxicated.

Not with wine, but with illusion. Not with joy, but with distraction. Not with spirit, but with spectacle.

The Meaning of Drunkenness

This is not about alcohol. This is about spiritual stupor.

Drunk on status.
Drunk on certainty.
Drunk on the stories we tell to avoid the ache of awakening.

To be drunk is to be numb. To be drunk is to be full of what does not nourish. To be drunk is to forget that you are thirsty.

The Absence of Thirst

He found no one thirsty. No one longing. No one empty enough to receive.

This is the tragedy. Not that we are broken, but that we are too full of falsehood to notice.

The soul aches not for sin, but for blindness.

Parable: The Feast of Fog

A great feast was held in a palace of mirrors. The guests ate illusions, drank reflections, and danced to echoes. They laughed, but their eyes were hollow. They spoke, but their words were borrowed.

A stranger entered, carrying a cup of living water. He offered it. They declined. “We are full,” they said.

The stranger wept. And left the cup on the table. One day, when the fog cleared, they would see it.

Key Points

To be drunk is to be distracted: The world intoxicates with urgency, noise, and false fulfillment.
Thirst is sacred: Only the empty can be filled. Only the longing can be met.
The soul of Christ aches for blindness: Not because He is angry, but because He is love.
Change begins with sobering: When the wine wears off, when the illusion fades, transformation begins.

Ritual Invitation

Close your eyes. Ask: What am I drunk on? What fills me but does not nourish?

Place your hands over your heart. Say aloud:

“I choose to thirst. I choose to wake. I choose to change.”

Let this be your sobering. Let this be your beginning.

Closing Benediction

May your illusions fade gently. May your thirst return fiercely. May your soul ache for truth. And may you drink from the cup that was waiting all along.