I don't roll my eyes at the idea of evil entities.
Or the casting out of demons.
Not only do I think that evil exists I believe once the
door is open evil can attach itself to a person like a
malignant cancer cell.
The first time I had a drink I was 17. I drank until I
couldn't stand up.
In my mid thirties I was a popular, church going
teacher by day and living a life of alcoholic
debauchery by night. I'm skipping a lot here but
there are no words to describe the ugliness of my
life at that time so it doesn't matter and I've come
to terms with it anyway.
After my second blackout I went to the priest.
Vatican II had been blowing fresh air up priestly
cassocks for awhile, (temporarily as it turned out),
and he was a good guy.
That very day, kneeling in church begging for help
from my God, I actually felt my addiction leave me.
It peeled away from my back like a 'thing'.
I don't mean that I suddenly had strength to take
myself to AA meetings every night.
I mean it was gone.
It would have been silly to go to AA.
I understood then what the casting out of demons
And I believed.
I rarely have a drink now but I do enjoy a little wine now and then.