“Beer can be abused, but it can also be a cherished blessing. I cherish beer because beer connects us to the harvest and the land, to each other in all our little communities, and to our history as a people and a Church.
As the monks of old knew well, the very process of brewing can easily become a sort of liturgy, an act of worship. When I brew it is a time of celebration and prayer, it allows me to relax and think while I engage in the little repetitions of bottling, or wonder at the miracle of yeast’s interaction with boiled grain. And later, as I raise a glass of the finished product with friends or family, I realize how such a simple thing as a conversation over a pint can be one of life’s greatest blessings.”