Thirty-some years ago, there was a guy who would preach in the open areas at colleges in Indiana during the nicer weather, and Florida during the winter. Everyone called him Brother Max, but I’m not sure if that was his actual name. I was going to Purdue, and saw him many times, and stopped to listen every once in awhile.
One of the hallmarks of his teachings was that one beer made you “drunk”, and therefore a sinner in his interpretation of scripture. You can see how this would be a provocative thing to propose, standing in the middle of a hundred students in a grassy passing area, but people were generally more respectful then, so it wasn’t the disaster you’re probably thinking of.
The real fun was that he would always drink orange juice, not water, to keep his energy up, I guess. And someone would inevitably shout, “Screwdriver!” when he took a drink. I saw someone argue with him one time that all fruit juices have at least a tiny bit of fermentation, and therefore at least a few molecules of alcohol, and therefore, by his own preaching, he was a hypocrite.
I just wondered why he didn’t just drink water to head off the inevitable shouting and arguments. I guess “engagement farming” pre-dates social media by decades.