There’s a small contingent of us who do smoke but we stay downwind of the nonsmoking “saints” as they exit from Mass. The group includes the pastor and the deacon. One day they got delayed in the church building. The rest of us lit up and were chatting away, as I remarked, well away from the church entrance.
A very large woman felt the need to admonish us sinners, stomped over to us, and gave us a gratuitous lecture on our nicotine-based sinfulness, concluding with, “Know ye not that your body is the temple of the Holy Spirit?” The anti-smoking contingent is like that: We smokers are fair game for whoever decides to pick on us at the time. We’re a little less popular than heroin addicts, and only slightly more popular than the average skunk. But in any case, that morning, this hefty gal was really on fire and gave us what-for! I don’t think she would have done that if Father and Deacon were with us.
One of the puffers looked at her, and growled, “Yeah, well it looks like your temple has a few additions which are in violation of the building code!”
There’s really nothing in the Catechism that I could find about it, but it would seem, for those of us who are hooked, and have lost the freedom of choice as to whether we light up on any particular occasion, smoking is at most a venial sin.