Exorcisms is saved!

When in doubt, ask.

As I wrote before, I realized about small exorcisms‘ underpinnings that didn’t hold up under scrutiny. As I did not want to wind up scrapping this long-running project (at least six years have gone into this thing), I asked a lawyer friend of mine from back when I was a journalist for help.

And sakes alive, did he help! He gave me a brilliant idea which adds another layer to Mischa, and colors the interaction between him a Frank a bit better. All by solving my question of whether Mischa would have needed to testify, and why!

Hurrah!

Also, more fun with Canva!

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Slight problem

Any lawyers or law enforcement officers reading this?

I think small exorcisms, after several years of work, may have a snag. A “takes out the central underpinning” snag.

The story goes like this. Thirty years ago, Frank took Mischa into his home and trained him in the art of illegal fighting when Mischa had run away from home. Months later, Frank drugged Mischa before a fight that wound up nearly killing Mischa. Hurt (in more ways than one), Mischa informed the police what happened, spilling the beans about the illegal fight organization, etc. The police arrested Frank, and in the course of that investigation, found that Frank had killed two people a year earlier. Frank was brought up on two charges of first degree murder, along with attempted murder (in Mischa’s case). My story is that Mischa testified against Frank in court, and thus helped send him to prison for thirty years.

My question now is this: Did he?

Did Mischa testify?

Would he have needed to? Mischa was 15 years old at the time. He would have been a witness for the prosecution (albeit a somehow hostile one; Mischa really liked Frank and was badly hurt by the betrayal). But would he have been called?

I ask because if he didn’t, then Frank’s rage (to me, anyway) becomes a bit less legitimate. He had drilled into Mischa’s head that ratting someone out is a major no-no; why would he suspect Mischa turned him in?

Help!

Title changes

Adrian’s story from here on out is now titled sieben fehler — seven failures in German. The instigating reason is that I found there is already a novel with the title forget oneself, by Redfern Jon Barrett.

The second reason, once I thought of the title, is it fits the story better, since Adrian’s life story is structured around the seven heavenly virtues, and how he failed in each one.

Also, I’ve changed my blog’s title back to Getting Hammered. Why? Felt like it. 🙂

Mechanical Christianity

In college, I struggled with depression and eventually an anxiety disorder. Depression and I had been old traveling friends since I was in junior high, but in college, it became much stronger, to the point where one night I considered suicide. I sought counseling, and blessedly found a good psychologist, who I wound up seeing for I think two years. She suggested I try envisioning my bad thoughts as coming from an evil person on my shoulder.

I did, and found that I felt better. When I felt down and self-loathing, I pretended to flick him off my shoulder like you would an insect. Just the action helped cheer me up. (Also imagining him yelling on the way down.)

For several years, the evil little man had no counterpart. (In cartoons, if you have a devil on your shoulder, there is always an angel on the other one.) There was me, of course, but I am a moral mixture, as anyone else. “But I see another law at work in the members of my body, waging war against the law of my mind and making me a prisoner of the law of sin at work within my members.” (Romans 7:23) There was nothing speaking from a position of good and cheerfulness.

Until Lasairian, a character I created for a d20 Modern role-playing game.

Lasairian becoming the voice of my conscience was not immediate. The first instance I recall of talking to him to pass the time was early in my pregnancy with Azrael. I was undergoing a procedure and the idea of chatting with my other creation was novel enough to take my mind off what was happening. It worked so well I kept doing it, thinking it would keep me entertained between game sessions.

Before long, he had taken over as the voice I associated with my conscience, a character whose central devotion was to God. Who better? To him I assigned ethics, my knowledge of God and my desire to improve the world and myself. Since then, I have had many arguments with him/me about assorted choices and actions, many of which I lose. I lose because when I argue with myself, I know I know better than whatever way I want to go. Knowing this makes my arguments weaker. Then I lose.

Why? Why all this rigmarole, this entire struggle against myself? Because I am walking, and I am not very far along yet. However, it is easier to walk now that I am not mechanical anymore.

Bear with me; I will explain.

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Words

How many of us wake up in the morning with joy? How many wake up and say, “Thank you, Lord, for this new day.” How many of us wake up with anxiety or grim, defeated dread? How many wake up and say, “Damn it, I don’t want to get up.” Many alarm clocks get smacked and cursed at, I’d guess.

I’ve been a member of the second group for way, way too long. I’m working on changing membership, but I’m not there yet. Presently, I am having trouble remembering to thank God for the new day.

I’m not a morning person. In fact, for many years growing up, I was an insomniac. I finally saw a therapist about my trouble sleeping in college, when I unwillingly developed the ability to wake up at 3 a.m. and be unable to fall back asleep, even if I’d only made it to sleep four hours earlier. I’m continually surprised at my ability to get to work that early in the morning, let alone walk in a straight line and do my moderately complicated job.

With all that, it’s still difficult for me to remember to thank God for each new day. Offhand, a prayer might be along the lines of “Thank you for another day of having to deal with these idiots.” Such a prayer would be insulting to both God and my coworkers, for I know they are not idiots. They are justifiably cranky, given when they get up, and for all I know they have solid beefs with each other and with various issues. I don’t know for certain because I try to focus all my attention on my work so I don’t mess up.

I also focus because I don’t want to get caught up in gossip. I’d rather serve as a juror for a boring civil case than listen to gossip. But such cases are not as prevalent as gossip.

Leviticus 19:16 says “Do not go about spreading slander among your people. Do not do anything that endangers your neighbor’s life. I am the Lord.” Proverbs 11:13 says “A gossip betrays a confidence, but a trustworthy man keeps a secret.” If that isn’t clear enough, Proverbs 20:19 says “A gossip betrays a confidence, so avoid a man who talks too much.” My personal favorite, Proverbs 18:2, says “A fool finds no pleasure in understanding but delights in airing his own opinions.”

Those are just a few verses about gossip, and gossip is just one sub topic of speech!

The Bible, a wordy book, has much to say about words. Proverbs 18:21 – “The tongue has the power of life and death, and those who love it will eat its fruit.”

One reason we talk about other people is that other people are interesting. Since they’re not you, they have things going on you don’t know about, things that might be more exciting than whatever you’re doing that day. Another reason is to spread knowledge. Since humans do many things, if we didn’t talk about each other to some extent, we would have precious little to talk about, or read. History would be unwritten; we wouldn’t learn from the past.

There’s a difference between educating a person about what a second person did, spreading good words about a person such as “What they did is so cool!” and gossiping about and belittling a person. In spreading word of deeds or words, care must be taken to not distort the truth. One of the Ten Commandments, after all, is “Thou shall not bear false witness against your neighbor” (Exodus 20). Another is “Love your neighbor as yourself.” Would you want someone gossiping about or insulting you?

In Romans, Paul writes about the sinful nature and lawlessness of humanity. “They are gossips, slanderers, God-haters, insolent, arrogant and boastful; they invent ways of doing evil; they disobey their parents; they are senseless, faithless, heartless, and ruthless. Although they know God’s righteous decree that those who do such things deserve death, they not only continue to do these very things but also approve of those who practice them” (Romans 1:29b-32).

If one of the Commandments deals with gossip, and Paul is decrying evil speech, this problem has been around for a while.

My good friend Douglas, when asked why we speak to other in such ways and gossip, answered thusly.

“I think it’s mostly a matter of the individual being self-interested, the most important thing in a person’s life is what they are facing. When they marry or have other persons with which they feel a personal closeness with, this individual becomes part of the person’s sphere of interest and concern. This is kind of like an onion with layers, not a cake, mind you. When we worry, we become fixated at one of those layers where everything outside of that is less important to the individual than what they are concerned about. At this point, other people’s concerns become drains on recourse aimed at personal interests, often distracting or bothering the worrier. Some people can recognize this behavior and take steps to moderate it so long as their level of worry has not reached a point where their level of anxiety overtakes their conscious efforts at realizing that everyone has problems, and that a kind word can do as much to help them as it helps us to receive outside support. So, when distracted or agitated, people tend to lash out at things that enter into their personal bubble.”

“The more self-interested and lacking in respect for others the subject is, the more quickly and harshly they will respond negatively to outside stimulus. Add in things like low self-esteem, brain chemistry and dragging down others to make one’s self feel better, which so seem to do, makes this messy. However, there are others who raise others up in order to make themselves feel better or just because it’s the right thing to do, and these are the heroes, so to speak. Somewhere in the middle is the rest of us.”

The Bible says we are all sinners, fallen short of the glory of God. That’s one explanation for why many of us, and perhaps all of us at one point or another, are jerks. But we don’t have to be. Heaven knows there’s incentive to improve: “A false witness will not go unpunished, and he who pours our lies will [perish] not go free” (Proverbs 19:5). “Those who guard their mouths and tongues keep themselves from calamity” (Proverbs 21:23). “The righteous will overtake the house of the wicked and bring them to ruin” (Proverbs 21:12).

We should take care of what we say. The gift of speech is a deceptive one. Its deception is that we don’t stop to think about it, the very wonder. We don’t wake up and say, “Wow, I can still talk!” No, we wake up and (sometimes) say, “Oh, I don’t want to get up.”

Philippians 4:5 – “Let your gentleness be known to all men. The Lord is at hand.” Gentleness is the opposite of stubbornness and thoughtlessness. It’s a quality embodied in Jesus Christ. Its part of the “heavenly wisdom” that comes from above (James 3:17).

‘Tis good to speak kindly of and to others, to build them up and not tear them down. Sweet words can sometimes be harder to say, but are easier on the ear and heart, both for the speaker and the listener. There will come a day when we cannot speak, and then it will be too late.

An introduction

May 2007.

I’m standing at the fountain station inside the Lawrence Steak n Shake. I’ve been standing there, about four hours a day, for the past year, after losing my earlier job as the secretary for a manufacturing company without warning. My boss had simply approached me one morning, informed me there wasn’t enough work for two people, thus I was being laid off effective right then and there (although he was gracious enough to give me two weeks’ vacation pay as an apology for the lack of warning).

Working in a restaurant proved an eye-opening experience. Before, I tended to look down on fast-food employees. To my arrogant eyes, many appeared dull-witted and slovenly. I, however, was a professional, with a degree and a career and everything!

Then I got burned out on journalism (just as my dad warned). Then I quit before they could fire me. Then I started working as a secretary/office manager for the manufacturing concern. Then I got laid off. In the six years since I’d graduated from college with my sparkly degree, I was unemployed and without hope of getting back into my previous field, only now I was married, had an apartment and a family to support.

So I took the job at Steak n Shake with gratitude, and I learned a few things.

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