I found out yesterday that two fellow alcoholics (people I care about and who want recovery,) are being sponsored by someone considered to be a “fellowshipaholic”. In other words, he’s not in the program for recovery, he’s hanging around because he would otherwise be lonely. I have never heard him share from the book. He shares gleefully about defying his own sponsor. Let me state without hesitation that judging others is something I struggle with and a character defect that can shut me off from my higher power in a heartbeat. When I heard that this man was sponsoring others I was more sad than angry. It took every bit of self restraint I could muster not to play God here, as I am so wont to do. See, the source was none other than one of the sponsees themselves. My mind went to the recurring suggestion that has been put in front of me so recently: let God be God. I asked if the man had been taking them through the work. The answer was as I expected; no, they meet for meals, shoot the breeze and in rare instances talk on the phone. One of the sponsees is newly sober. This is none of my business, right? No action to take. No hand has reached out to me. I think the serenity prayer is in order here. It wouldn’t hurt to run it by my sponsor, see if she thinks action is necessary. I sure would hate to see that guy drink because his program of recovery consists of what the fortune cookie said after the buffet dinner.