Exorcising
“Anyway this is called Moses; this is a new song about falling in love with the most beautiful women in the world and I hope you like it.”
During events of my day, I frequently wonder if I will put them in this log and, if so, how I would say them. I’ve been thinking about my winter break a lot. There are piles I could write about in here; but I really don’t want everyone to know about it. A rather unfortunate turn of events for a ‘personal’ weblog. Then again, ‘everyone’ doesn’t necessarily mean you, so don’t go getting your nose out of joint. Regardless, I learned a lot. I learned about me. I learned about my friends. I did stuff I’d never done before. (Did not being ‘do’ as in the way a person ‘does’ illegal substances … clarification is another curse of a public ‘personal’ log.) I think I am tired. Tired of what? Well, every 3 months, my life changes. Dramatically. This has been true for (I’m reckoning) the past 3 years, and I would like some routine somewhere. Something where I can say “here we go again” and be happy about it. Oh well.
My Theology teacher has been a part of two exorcists. He is an Anglican Priest, and served in the Royal Air Force for sometime. There in the Air Force, they had an incident where two men were playing that board game (Ouija) and suddenly the room became very cold and the windows were banging around, and all the things one associates with Hollywood-type ghosts. One of the men went insane and had to be sedated for 48 hours. My professor was instructed to call in the (there’s only one appointed for various dioceses or whatever they are called in the Anglican church) exorcist. The man was an older priest, and upon inspecting the chapel at the air base, immediately concluded that something was “wrong.” My professor didn’t go into details but said it ended up being him, the two men, and the older priest in the chapel during the exorcism. I was really really surprised to discover things like this still happen. I was even more surprised when he noted how people came to the chapel afterwards whereas it had been basically deserted in the past. I won’t go into the details of the other exorcism. Nothing grabs and holds a classes’ attention like a first-person account of paranormal activity. It was definitely one of the more unique stories I have heard in a long time.
Lately, I see a father and his young boy ushering together. The boy is the cutest little kid, following his dad and doing his best to help him; he’s very earnest and aware of his ‘burgeoning responsibility’. I want to provide guidance and love like this to my children. It surprised me, to be thinking of something like that when family life is still some years away. I should say, I do not want to be a father like that, I will be. Thoughts like this travel through one’s head as one sits in church.
My engineering class was an awesome (if expensive) four days of my life; now I need to react to it in 500 words. Hurrah!