As I’ve mentioned in a thread elsewhere, my wife hasn’t been feeling well lately; briefly, her Wellbutrin scrip was no longer getting the job done, and the new scrip is…well, let’s saywe don’t know yet and leave it at that. But this thread is not about her. It’s about her asshole of an uncle.
Basically the story is as follows. Yesterday afternoon, a few of her relatives – specifically my mother-in-law, my mother-in-law’s sister, and the sister’s husband --came to visit. This visit was unannounced, but that didn’t bother me much because Mrs. Rhymer is very close to her mother and aunt, and anything with the potential to make her feel less than horrible is a blessing. If she wanted to have girl talk with Ann Coulter and Star Jackson right now, I wouldn’t mind. But because we weren’t expecting guests, I wasn’t prepared; specifically I was in the middle of cooking dinner. So after a little chit-chat I returned to the kitchen while everyone else visited.
When I left the room, they were talking about the election, and my wife was lethargic but calm. When I returned she was crying and couldn’t stop, and my mother-in-law was yelling at her brother to shut the fuck up. I didn’t know what had happened, but my mother-in-law suggested that I ask her brother to leave, so I did.
It took Kim a while to calm down. She took a pill and went to sleep. Later, over pork chops, my mother-in-law told me what I’d missed, but only after extracting a promise from me not to do anything violent once I heard the story.
You see, the uncle is a minister and muckety-muck with a Pentecostal church hereabouts. This church believes in Biblical inerrancy and faith healing and uxorial submission and homosexuality-as-abomination and, oh yes, demon possession. Kim was raised in this church but stopped believing around the age of 15 and stopped attending as soon as she was 18. This offended her uncle mightily.
Anywhistle…Mrs. Rhymer’s defenses aren’t up to their usual standards right now; they haven’t been for a while, for reasons some of you may know. But she knows what she believes and doesn’t believe, so when her uncle wanted to anoint her with oil and pray over her, she said no.
“Why not?” he asked.
“I don’t believe in that. You know I don’t.”
“But why not?”
“Lots of reasons. Evolution. Psalm 137. Elisha and the she-bears.”*
“Those can’t be your real reasons.”
“Yes, they are.”
“No, they’re not. That’s just a trick of the enemy.”
“It’s not a trick. It’s what happened when I read the Bible and paid attention.”
“That can’t be true, Kim. You’re letting the enemy trick you. But if you search your heart you’ll see the real reason, and I think you owe it to me.”
“Those are my reasons.”
“No, they’re not. Stop lying. Stop letting Satan trick you. You think you’re in pain now, but it’s nothing compared to what hell will be like if you don’t get right with God. You’re in pain because you’re in sin, and one of your sins is not obeying your pastor.”
“You’re not my pastor any more. I left your church.”
“I don’t accept that. You’re part of my flock and you owe me your obedience and you’re suffering because you rejected my guidance, which is the same thing as rejecting God. You’ll go to hell if you don’t learn how to submit and obey. You know that. Now tell me the truth. You can’t be healed unless you repent to God and to me. You know that. Do you want to feel this way for the rest of your life? Do you want to go tell afterwards?”
That’s when my wife lost her composure and her mother lost her temper. My wife’s aunt stayed silent the entire time, being a good submissive wife.
Promising not to beat the uncle to death may have been an error.
*I’m just guessing at what she said here. But those are reasons she’s given me for being a non-Christian.