Uncle Tom was our family drunk. We loved Uncle Tom, but he could be a pain in the neck when he was on a bender, which he got on pretty often.  It is a shame what drinking can do to a person. Tom was probably the most gifted member of the family. Smart as a whip, he could do anything he set his mind to. Problem was, he had his mind set on the bottle most of the time. Do any of our readers have a friend or family member like that?
This reminds me of the story of one of my friends from the past, I will call him Henry. Old Henry was bad to drink, but he was married to a saint of a Christian woman. That often seems to be the case, or at least it used to be that way. These days, the wife is often worse than he is. Henry would often get on a "crying" drunk and would cry about everything.
Henry came home sick one night, puking and moaning and carrying on pretty bad. "Pray for me, Flossie, I think I am going to die this time," he tearfully requested of his good wife. "Lord have mercy on my poor, drunken, husband," she faithfully began to pray. "It looks like he has got hold of some poison liquor again."
Henry was drunk, but not past understanding what Flossie was saying.  He managed to raise up on one elbow and said, "Flossie, don't tell Him I'm drunk, just tell him I am sick or something."
It was reported that Henry broke his arm eating breakfast one morning, while on a big drunk. His brother claimed that he fell out of a persimmon tree. This reminds me of another story I heard. 
It seems one old boy was coming home drunk about every night and puking in the kitchen sink as he came through the house. His good wife kept warning him that he was going to puke his guts out some time. Well it just so happened that one day his wife had been dressing a chicken and had left all the entrails in the sink that night  After some fumbling around in the kitchen he went on to bed. “You were right,” he said. “I did puke my guts out but with the help of God and that long handled spoon, I think I got them all back in place.”
How often do we try to hide the ugly truth from God?  How much of our sin is out of God's sight?  Do we actually think we can get by with sin?