I’ve long joked about needing an exorcist – Lord knows I do things that scream
absolute stupidity drama queen potential possession by demonic forces. Especially when I’m frustrated or bored – and it’s gotten worse with feeling sick and tired virtually non-stop these days.
Even my closest friends, most of whom have been my therapy for one reason or another along the way when I’ve done something stupid, sometimes look at me askance as if to say, “What in the hell possessed you to think that was a good idea?”
If they don’t actually say it out loud.
As a non-segue, I’ve read The Exorcist a million times. And seen the movie just as many. Sure I joke about pea soup and giving birth to the anti-christ (which isn’t exactly possession per se, and it might even be worse; the jury’s still out on that one) but it’s one of those books that seriously creeps me out every time. The movie is just as bad.
We live in a day and age of rational thought where science and medicine are purported to have the answer for everything – take a pill to cure what ails you – something I’m desperately trying to avoid with my own current health woes – but what if…what if neither science nor medicine could provide the answers? What if demonic possession actually existed and the only cure lay in a ritual that rational people constantly debunk as, well, bunk? What if you were an atheist and were left grabbing at straws to cure your daughter because science and medicine didn’t have the answers?
What would you do?
Would you spend precious time dragging her from doctor to doctor? Would you load her full of pills and medicines even when they obviously don’t work? Would you subject her to every invasive test possible that leave her sobbing and begging for help?
And would you, like Chris MacNeil, find it easier to believe that the devil exists but not God?
**Note: this is how my rabbit hole brain works… 😀