As to why author Mr. Zmirak decided to change "women" in the title to "whiskey," women also being Catholic, I suppose he thought it better not to combine relationship advice with alcohol in a single book, for reasons which are probably too obvious to state. (Though I imagine some strategic imbibing might help the Italian Catholic birthrate.) Here's his thoughts on that bit of musical dramamine, "Here I am, Lord":
This hymn depicts a human soul responding to the call of Christ--but the music is whiny and grim, evoking in most people's minds a can of rancid potted meat, being slowly spread by windshield wipers across a plate of dirty auto glass. You hear Christ calling, all right--but you feel like He's some hobo who's tapping at your window at 4 a.m. to wake you from a sound sleep so he can ask you the directions to Dunkin' Donuts. You don't so much want to answer Him as clock him with a slipper. Sung in a sleepwalking, zombie rhythm, its use at communion time produces a strikingly cinematic effect, which film critics have dubbed, "The Church of the Living Dead."
(Query: does this mean St. Denis of Paris, during that head-carrying business, was a zombie? Discuss.)