Pink

"Shall it be the pink or the Brut?"
The edges of the two bottles peeped over the cooler.
An array of chocolates, cookies, and a cheesecake luxuriantly filled the plain gray tables.

Pink or Brut?
It was Joe's birthday and he decided to share the day with us, his Moral Theology classmates.

"Dr. Lowery, what would I tell my sisters that I learned in class today if we spend some time eating and drinking?" I wondered mischievously.
"Ah, that St. Thomas Aquinas would say that one should enjoy every good in its order. When it is taken out of its place, that we have problems. So, if one of us starts to not make sense, we will know that the good, wine, has been taken out of order!"

We laughed appreciatively at Dr. Lowery's elegant verbal flourish and his great Catholic sense of celebration. Many would claim that to be close to God, to the spiritual and supernatural, one had to say "no" to all earthly enjoyments. As lives of the saints and Jesus himself proves, God has given us the world to savor.

In a certain order.
Just as to make wine there is a certain order.
Although wine does cause a some dis-0rder in some.
And this dis-order comes from the free will of the one using it.

Pink.
We chose to open the pink bottle.
Perhaps because pink is like being Catholic.

Normally to make a champagne, red grapes are used. However the skin is taken away immediately so that none of the red color affects the color of the champagne. In order to make a Champagne pink, wineries have to let the skins sit with the liquid. The longer the liquid and the skins sit together, the pinker the liquid becomes.

People always wonder if God really exists.
To be Catholic is to be "God with skin on."
So people know God is real.

Pink.
We probably chose the pink champagne because Lisa have never had it before.
Or it's breast cancer awareness month.
Most likely, we wanted to wish Joe a great birthday and it's always nice to enjoy some wine.

ps1. Photo of Joseph Quinn and his wife Neesha.
ps2. More information about pink champagne making http://www.wineintro.com/champagne/pinkchampagne.html

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