Exorcisms: The Guide To Knowing Evil (On Hold)

Revealing A Truth

But we do not want you to be uninformed, brothers, about those who are asleep, that you may not grieve as others do who have no hope. For since we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so, through Jesus, God will bring with him those who have fallen asleep. For this we declare to you by a word from the Lord, that we who are alive, who are left until the coming of the Lord, will not precede those who have fallen asleep. For the Lord himself will descend from heaven with a cry of command, with the voice of an archangel, and with the sound of the trumpet of God. And the dead in Christ will rise first. Then we who are alive, who are left, will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air, and so we will always be with the Lord. -  1 Thessalonians 4:13-18

Looking back, I began to doubt not because I had lost faith, but because I had lost hope.

November, 10th, 2007

7:00 am

The moment I awoke the next morning, I felt a pain, a deep fatigue deep within my loins. I opened my eye's slowly not wanting to wake as a new day had dawned. 7:30 am mass was Monsignor O'Hale's favorite time of the day. As I arose from my bed ever so slowly I walked to my bathroom. Turned on the faucet in the sink and run cold water. I cupped my hands together and let the water fill them as I bend down and splashed the water over my face.

The sheer cold chill went down my spine and my eye's began to widen as I felt myself become more alert. As I lifted my head I looked to the wall behind the sink. There was no mirror yet as I began to stare I felt as if I was looking myself in the eye's. I couldn't help feel something deep within me crying out.

Suddenly a knock at the door.

"David?" Father Thomas calls out to me through the door

I walk over to my front door and open up to see father Thomas dressed down and ready to attend mass.

Father Thomas looks at me and says, "Are you ready to go?"

"Yes. I just need to put on my clerical collar" I replied.

As I walked back over to my dresser quickly, I grabbed my clerical and placed it under the flaps of my collar. I brushed my hair back with my hands, grabbed my black coat and headed out the door. Father Thomas and I had not breathed a word to each other during the walk to mass. I felt myself itching to scream out what I had saw. And then I saw sister Mary walking in our direction.

She was holding her long brown prayer beads against her chest as she clenched them with one hand. I looked at her, as she began to pass by. She didn't look up, not for a second as she made her way by.

Walking into the church I felt a ripple of shiver's roll down my spine. My chest felt full and heavy as if I had been carrying a bag of bricks on my chest. Father Thomas and I walked to the front pews and sat down on the isle end of one of the pews. The room full of people dressed down in their best clothing, the nuns all amassed in a group in the left side of the church pews.

As the Monsignor walked out in his long white and gold trimmed robes, another ripple of chills ran down my spine. As the monsignor walked to the podium the attendants in the church all arose from their seats.I and father Thomas arose from our seats as well to our feet. Monsignor walked to the podium and softly conveyed in the mic to everyone to be re-seated.

Monsignor bends himself closer to the mic and begins to speak, "Welcome brother's and sister's. Now as we all know with seven thirty mass we always start our session with a prayer. However today I would like to skip to my sermon, if it is alright with everyone else"

The whole congregation begins to clap in a roar. Monsignor lowers his head and places a small stack of papers on the podium. As the clapping dies down I begin to readjust myself, feeling a deep sense of uncomfortability.