BEATING A DEMON Physical Dimensions of Spiritual Warfare December 1994 By Bobby Jindal

[Ichingcarpenter]

Some of the names in this article, but none of the details, have been altered by the author.



Despite our intimacy, Susan and I had not spent much time together this past year. We had succumbed to pressure from our friends and de­cided we should not be so emotionally interdependent without a deeper commitment. To be honest, my fears of a relationship and the constraints of commitment had kept us apart; our friends' objec­tions merely provided a convenient excuse. Still, I felt comfortable asking her to come to the concert, and she accepted the invitation. Though Susan ap­peared composed throughout the concert, her sud­den departure in the middle of a song convinced me otherwise and affirmed my earlier suspicions.

There was no doubt in my mind that I had to leave my friends and follow her outside. I was not exactly sure what I would do or say, but I knew I had to run after her. I found that she had not gone far, but was sobbing uncontrollably outside the auditorium. Since we had been very careful to avoid any form of physical contact in our friendship, I was not sure how to respond. My inaction and her sobs produced a very awkward situation. Fortunately, a female friend who followed us out was able to comfort Su­san with hugs and soothing words of reassurance; her quick action was in stark contrast to my paraly­sis. Once Susan had regained her composure and fell silent, I knew I had to intervene. The female friend meant well, but did not know Susan well enough to provide the advice Susan was sure to seek.

Not even knowing the cause of this raucous scene, I asked Susan if she would like to talk, and volunteered to walk her home. Wanting to avoid any additional embarrassing scenes, I thought it best to remain in silence while we walked. I dared not cause another emotional outpouring until we were safely behind closed doors. When we finally reached her dorm room, I promptly sat Susan on a bed and placed myself in a chair located several feet across the room. This physical arrangement was hardly conducive to the love and support I was supposed to be providing, but I was too scared and unsure of myself to get any closer...........


http://www.newoxfordreview.org/article.jsp?did=1294-jindal


Now let him tell the story of Katrina and the boat incident again.

[Berry Cool]

1. Too bad you have to subscribe to read the whole thing, but the comments are good.

My favorite: "I have had explicit experiences in the work place with persons who were in league with Satan."

Hey, me too Bud, but I never tried to enact an exorcism in an office cubicle. (Although there have been times when I sorely wished I could.)

[KamaAina]

2. Pish tosh! Tommyrot! Balderdash!

The NOLA Corps de Bloggers mirrored it all over the freakin' place.

http://web.archive.org/web/20061213075345/http://images.dailykos.com/images/jindal.pdf

Bon appetit!

Oh, by the way, who is "Susan"? Inquiring minds want to know... :tinfoilhat:

edit: if memory serves, it's on the last two pages of the PDF doc.