Fat Old Mom's Wit and Wisdom (as inspired by God)

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I am a happy, healthy Christian Mom of 2 (or 3 depending on how you look at it). I love animals, helping others and serving God in whatever capacity He calls me to do so. Fat Old Moms was a term born of a desire to define this season of my life. My girlfriends and I go on an annual 'Fat Old Moms' weekend where we leave our husbands and children and explore ourselves and return to 'chick' status for a couple of days. We seek Christian influence in each other, but also allow ourselves to BE ourselves.

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Emily Rose

As an avid movie goer, I hardly ever choose the genre of horror. When a Christian friend invited me to see 'The Exorcism of Emily Rose', I reluctantly went. She didn't seem the type to enjoy horror either, and she assured me that it was supposed to be good. Since I knew nothing about the movie, and I trusted her judgment, my choice was to join her. I was not disappointed.

Now don't get me wrong....I'm going to have nightmares. There was an awful lot of screaming and face melting and such. It would be hard to produce a movie about demonic possession without that, but the storyline was good. It seems a certain innocent, God-fearing girl became a home for a multitude of demons. She was mis-diagnosed with epilepsy, but medication didn't seem to evict the violent episodes she was having. In the end she died, and the priest who tried to exorcise the demons was put on trial. He stood fast with his attorney that he wanted to take the stand. He wanted to tell her story, even though he knew to do so would secure his fate behind bars.

This man faced a long prison term in order to convey the testimony of Emily. It seems that in her final days, after the exorcism had failed, she was visited by Mary herself and was given the divine choice to be released from her pain and enter the gates of heaven, or to suffer to the end. Her sufferings would mean that many would be brought to Christ. She chose to suffer. She knew that in her pain, others would find healing. In her darkness, others would find the light. In her torture, others would find solace.

How many of us are willing to make that sacrifice? If you had seen the Hollywood depicted pain of this woman writhing on the floor in anguish, would you choose to soldier on? Could you lay awake at night wondering if you'd be pinned to your bed and attack those you loved without provocation? Could you stand to walk down the street never knowing if the next person you see would start screaming in your face at the volume of an AC/DC rock concert? Can you stand to endure the suffering you are going through right now in order to use it as a testimony and a witness to those who have endured similar crisises in their lives? If given the choice, would you walk away?

God calls us to suffer for Him on occasion. His son surely suffered a far greater pain for us, and we are much less deserving of that sacrifice. So the next time PMS grips your interior, or you feel like spouting pea green soup, think of Emily Rose and the choice that she made.

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