TCB,
As I’m sure you know, AA as an organization has no opinion on outside issues such as these, but individual members can and do hold whatever views they like. I’d say the only fair way to judge something like the disease concept is to look at the results. Two of AA’s predecessor organizations in the late 19th and early 20th centuries, the Washingtonians and the Oxford Groups, appoached alcoholism as sin and emphasized repentance. For one thing, the Oxford Group didn’t allow atheists, agnostics-- or Catholics! And both organizations had failed to help alcoholics achieve more than very temporary sobriety.
So when Dr. William Silkworth suggested the disease concept to Bill W. in 1934, there was already a general sense among alcoholics and their doctors that religion was offering something it simply couldn’t deliver. And it has been our consistent experience that until an alcoholic has really hit bottom and stared straight into the face of terror, bewilderment, frustration and despair, he just won’t be willing to take the steps we’ve found necessary for recovery. “Addictions” other than drugs & alcohol, 'twould seem, rarely if ever reduce a person to this level of utter desperation.
I love to tell the following story simply because it’s so colorful. And while it may seem anecdotal, I’ve heard so many just like it (including my own) that I’ve lost count. The moral, if there is one, is that it isn’t what one prays or even to whom the prayer is addressed, but the admission of complete hopelessness from which it springs.
I once heard a lady speak at an AA meeting, and the occasion was her 18th anniversary of continuous sobriety. She told how she had first come into the fellowship shortly after moving to Boston, and with her gin-soaked brain, she thought she heard the people saying that they all had faith in Hyapowah. She concluded that these people were praying to a Native American princess or goddess named Hyapowah, and were obviously more than a little cracked.
She had been raised in a Christian home, she reasoned, so if she was going to start praying again she was going to do it right or not at all. But after one more devastating bender she was finally desperate to stop drinking, and that desire overrode all of her theological misgivings. So she started praying to Hyapowah, and her compulsion to drink promptly vanished and had never returned. Three weeks or so later her head had cleared up enough to realize that they were saying “Higher Power.”