So, the other day, Marta posed the question, “Would you visit a medium?”
That brought to mind the times I actually did visit them.
Back in the day when I was young, beautiful, full of mouthy ‘tude and not as grounded in my faith, a friend of mine told me about a psychic conference that would take place at a mall out of town. She really wanted to go and didn’t want to go alone, so I was the candidate she chose to go with her. When we got there, there were a few dozen folks scattered throughout the center portion of the mall, seated at tables. I can’t recall if we had to get tickets at a booth or whatever but there was a fee. For some reason, I fixated on the guy who looked like a fat version of Anton LaVey. I swear, the guy weighed 400 lbs. Perhaps it was the perceived challenge of the former Christian school girl taking on the devil. Hey, I said mouthy ‘tude! I sat down and he asked me what I wanted in life and I told him I wanted to be a writer. He said, “Well let’s face it, you’re not going to write The Great American Novel.” I told him anything was possible. He scoffed. Then I asked him why he had a star of Satan tattooed on his arm. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and hemmed and hawed and then claimed that it was not the star of Satan, but the Star of David. I laughed in his face and said, “I know what the Star of David looks like, and I know what a pentagram looks like, and THAT is a pentagram.” He continued arguing with me that the Star of David had 5 points, that the 6 pointed one I knew of was false and oh look, I’m sorry, your time is up. I called him an idiot and stood up. My friend then took her turn and afterwards told me that the guy said to her, “Well no wonder I couldn’t get a reading on your friend, since your vibes are so strong,” and he proceeded to tell her everything she wanted to hear. Think I got a refund? *snort*
Maybe a year later, the neighbor of another friend of mine was having a psychic do readings at her home and this friend asked me to go with her, so I did. The woman was doing readings privately in a back bedroom and there were several ladies there waiting for turns. When my turn came, I was struck by her praying to Jesus, then laying out Tarot cards. I didn’t know a lot, but I did know that God prohibited the Israelites from associating with mediums and spiritists in any form, and that asking God’s blessing on something He’d expressly forbidden was either ignorant or hypocritical, but I kept my mouth shut. Perhaps she just didn’t know. After the cards, she asked to hold a personal item so I gave her a ring I always wore. As soon as she took it she jumped out of her chair and started yelling at me, “Get away from him! Get away! You have to break up with him now or he’ll kill you! Promise me you’ll break up with this boy! He’ll kill you!” Well. Now there’s a nerve shaker. I hadn’t told her I was dating anyone. And the thing was, the guy I was dating at the time had a little problem. No one could see the bruises because he never left them where anyone could see. And I’d never said a word to anyone about the times I’d woken up with the scary end of a .22 pistol in my face and him laughing. I told the lady I’d break up with him, but saying and doing are 2 different things, and breaking up with a violent guy is a whole different ball of wax than a normal kind of break-up. Eventually I managed, maybe a year later, to get him to break up with me, and obviously he didn’t kill me. As far as I know he never killed anyone. I didn’t break up with him because she told me to, but because he was a class A jerk and I knew I’d kill him if I didn’t get away. Frankly, he wasn’t worth going to prison over.
Much later it finally dawned on me that if the lady praying before using Tarot cards was either ignorant or a hypocrite, what did that make me by being there? Supposedly I knew better. Now, I know that Christians aren’t under the Law any longer, as the Law was given to the Hebrews. I also know that if the Lord wasn’t okay with His Chosen Ones visiting mediums under the Law, then He’s probably still not okay with it for the Christians either, even though we aren’t under the Law. The Dispensation of Grace may be in effect now and changed the rules a bit, but He isn’t changed. And because I seek to please Him, I can’t in good conscience engage in such things. I’m not saying I’m always successful in pleasing Him, because I very often FAIL, but in that regard I believe I’ve been faithful.
So, dear Marta asks, would I visit a medium? No, thanks but I can’t. It’s a personal thing between Him and me. I promised Him I wouldn’t.