Saturday, December 6, 2008

More than just somewhat of interest

I watched 4 episodes of one of those paranormal research group shows on A&E today, and got thinking about how I used to be really interested in paranormal phenomena, and for some reason, at some point in time, became disinterested. This got me thinking about exorcisms, and realized I've never done any research on exorcism in the LDS Church. So that's how I've spent my night.

I've found some pretty interesting cases of exorcisms, including this one I found from The Juvenile Instructor, which quotes David O. McKay's personal journal from when he was 25:

3 September 1898, Newarthill, Lanarkshire, Scotland: Went to Newarthill to see the young girl [Charlotte] who is sick. Found her in a nervous or spasmodic fit. Brother Orr said she was possessed of evil spirits, and indeed it did appear that such was the case. She would laugh and talk [and] tell the priesthood to go home and not torment her, ask their name, etc. Sometimes she would try to rise out of bed and although she was but a lassie weighing less than 100 pounds, it was all I could do to hold her and put her again in a quiet position. She seemed to be entirely unconscious when in this state. Her eyes were closed, and when she spoke, the sound came from her throat–not a lip moved. Just before regaining consciousness, her body became rigid, her hands clenched so tightly that the nails penetrated the skin, and her whole body–every muscle it seemed–became stiff as a board. She would lie in this state and then awaken, weak and limp, entirely exhausted. These attacks came on every few minutes, each one lasting about five minutes or more. We administered to her and she obtained peace for about an hour and half, during which time she sat up and talked as intelligently as anyone. She had another spell before we left. (We were then fasting for her relief).

4 September 1898: After meeting [in Airdrie] we walked five miles back to Newarthill where, after a forty-eight hour fast, we were going to rebuke the evil power–whatever it was–afflicting the girl. The fast meeting was held in Sister Major’s house. As we entered, Charlotte was suffering from another attack. She had walked from Brother Orr’s–about a quarter or half mile. As the meeting commenced, the attacks became more frequent. One elder had to hold her all the time. These spells continued until after she partook of the sacrament. She then had peace during the meeting until we were about to unite in prayer before administering to her. Just as we began to consecrate the oil, she went into one of these fits–or had another attack. This was a long one. I told the saints (the house was full) that we would all kneel around her and unite with the one who was mouth in prayer. Taking her in my arms, I took a seat in the center of the room. When she regained consciousness, I told her we were all going to pray for her and asked her to unite with us. She feebly answered that she would. Brother Leatham was mouth. At the conclusion she said ‘I can walk now.’
Interesting, n'est pas?

Upon researching this topic, I've come up with some questions: Usually in movies, and in the most famous cases of exorcism, it's a Catholic Priest performing the exorcism, while the person inhabited by some evil force is restrained in some way. The Priest usually uses holy water and the same prayer over and over again. What is the LDS process of exorcism? In the Old and New Testament, when there is a claim that someone is inhabited by an evil spirit, does it mean that that person is just mentally unstable, or does it mean that person is literally possessed? As LDS Doctrine dictates, the only way something can be done in the name of Christ is through the Priesthood, something which members of the LDS Church believe only our Church holds. If this is the case, how have other people of other religions performed exorcisms? Or have they really? If exorcisms in the LDS Church do happen, how often? And why aren't they discussed very much?

Monday, December 1, 2008

Dante Alighieri

"There is no greater pain than to remember, in our present grief, past happiness."
Divine Comedy: Inferno, Canto V, 121-3

I've come to the realization that growing up means learning how to make yourself do things that hurt.

Sunday, November 30, 2008

Le Livre de Mormon

I've started reading the Book of Mormon in French. Well, reading a verse in French, figuring out as much as I can, reading it in English, then reading it again in French. It takes me 20 minutes, give or take, to read a chapter. It's a little tedious, but I figure I'll be pretty well-versed on the Book of Mormon (in English and French) by the time I'm done.

I did come across one really interesting thing so far. 1 Nephi 1:9 is a verse talking about Lehi's vision. In it, he says that "he saw One descending out of the midst of Heaven." The One here (purposely capitalized) is referring to Christ. The French translation uses Être in place of One. This is interesting because être is a verb meaning to be. This goes even further because the first-person singular conjugation of être is je suis, or I am. This has to have some connection with one of Christ's titles being the Great I Am.

You learn something new every day.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Home alone

So all of my roommates are at their respective homes for the Thanksgiving break, leaving me by myself in our apartment.

Which, is turning out, totally rocks.

Music without headphones, peeing with the bathroom door open, not feeling any obligation to converse with anyone.

Funny how I feel least lonely when I'm alone.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

And there goes the semester...

I really don't want to let this thing die.

So.

This semester has been eventful, to say the least. No longer a math major, but a philosophy major strongly considering a secondary major with linguistics. Why do the things I have to be interested in have very few employment opportunities?

President of BYU Vegetarians. Still not sure exactly what I'm supposed to be doing.

On a personal note, not completely sure if I'm as much of a romantic as I once was. Certain experiences and situations have made me realize love and romance is quite overrated.

2 more weeks left in the semester, then finals, then Christmas. We have the next 3 days off for Thanksgiving break, and I plan on catching up on everything I'm behind in. I'm eating Thanksgiving dinner at my aunt's house. I'm looking forward to seeing family I haven't seen in who knows how many years.

There's so much and so little.

Thursday, August 21, 2008

T-Minus 1 week

So I leave for Provo a week from tomorrow. I've been spending my summer working at a colorful little diner called The Purple Cow. I've saved enough money that I won't have to work this semester (yessssss). However, I am taking 17.5 credit hours. I have some plans to do this year differently. I really want to put more effort into making friends, especially with my roommates, the people I go to church with, and all the kids in BYU Democrats and BYU Vegetarians. Not genuinely connecting with anyone last year really weighed hard on me. I also need to get my GPA up. It's sitting right below a 3.3 right now. Only worrying about class and not work should help me with that. I think I've finally decided on a schedule:

  • MATH 112H; Honors Calculus I : MTWThF 10:00 - 10:50
  • MATH 190; Fundamentals of Mathematics : MWF 12:00 - 12:50
  • PHIL 201; History of Philosophy I : MWF 11:00 - 11:50
  • PHIL 305; Predicate Logic : MWF 4:00 -4:50
  • RELA 211; New Testament : TTh 1:00 - 1:50
  • RELA 327; Pearl of Great Price : TTh 9:00 - 9:50
  • WS 392R; Women's Studies Colloquium : Th 12:00 - 12:50
Pretty freakin sweet.

Oh, and by the way, I'm trying to keep my mind off of how ridiculously crushed I will be because of the fact that this might be the last week I'll see my best friend/boyfriend for another 2 1/2 (or so) years because he's leaving on a mission sometime in the next few months. I'm talking stomach-turning, legs-giving-out, snot-running-down-your-face-crying, overwhelmingly desperate kind of crushed. Yeah, not trying to think about that so much.

Saturday, July 12, 2008

Oh by the way...

I'm not dead. I think this blog is just a school year thing. I'll start back up again in AugustSeptemberish.