MMPI

That is, the Minnesota Multiphasic Personality Inventory.

It’s 567 true-or-false questions, and I had to take it when I started meeting with my first therapist (whom I disliked and called “Shrinkie” behind her back).

567 questions takes a long time.

567 questions for an obsessive-compulsive takes even longer.

I kept running into statements and BEATING THEM TO DEATH WITH MY BRAIN.

For example, I believe one of the questions was similar to the following:
I believe God hears me when I pray to Him.

Thought process:
I am a Christian– I should put yes.  But then again, I have committed the unforgivable sin, so He probably doesn’t hear my prayers.  But do I really believe I’ve committed that sin?  Maybe.  Maybe not.  Probably.  I should just put yes.  They want me to put yes because it will help the test to identify my beliefs.  But what if that is inconsistent with my beliefs?  On the other hand, maybe I should put no, because then it will identify that as an issue for me.  It’s definitely an issue for me.  But could I really, honestly say that I don’t believe God hears me when I pray?  I’m just being silly when I think that, right?  As a Christian, I should put yes.  I believe yes.  But then again, maybe I’m not a Christian.  If I’ve committed the unforgivable sin, then how can I still call myself a Christian?  I should just put my gut reaction.  Which is yes.  But why put a gut reaction down instead of a thought-out answer?  If I really think it through, then I don’t believe it.  Well, I think I do actually believe it– TODAY– but it could very well be a concern for me tomorrow or every day next week.  Should I put down how I feel right now in this moment, or should I put down how I usually feel, which is no?  I guess that’s not how I usually feel– maybe one-third of the time.  But most so-called “Christians” would think that one-third of the time is huge, in which case, it’s a bigger deal, and I should put down no.  Really– one-third?  Seems like a lot more.  If I think about it again, it’s probably more than one-third.  It’s maybe one-third of the time really BOLD– time when I’m terrified.  But even those other two-thirds I’m still doubtful of my salvation.  It’s just quieter.  So how do I interpret that?  One-third TERROR, two-thirds doubt.  Compared to the normal, which is little to no questioning of one’s salvation, that is a LOT.  So I should put no, so that the test correctly interprets that I have major issues with this particular scenario.

Right?

I’ll come back to it later.

You get the point. 🙂

a memory

Highlight of today: watching several adults (including one senior citizen) ballroom dancing to “Tik Tok” by Ke$ha at the state fair.  Wow.  Just wow. 

Desiree and I spent a few hours working at the great Minnesota get-together this afternoon, manning the Northwestern College booth.  You really get the whole range of folks at the state fair.  My favorite visitor to our booth was a five-year-old girl genius (she could read and write at two!), with whom I discussed the American Girls and Little House on the Prairie books.  Gosh, I hope I have a brilliant baby someday.

A memory came to me while I was sitting in the education building.  Years ago, I wore my “Aslan is on the move” t-shirt (yes, I KNOW it’s nerdy … I can’t help it) to a coffeeshop.  The barista was a gorgeous boy who said, “Nice shirt.”  IT WAS NOT CONDESCENDING OR MEAN IN ANY WAY, and yet, when this hottie commented on it, I realized I was the biggest nerd in the room.  I was wearing a NARNIA shirt, for goodness sakes!  I was worse than a Trekkie.

And afterward I sat down at my table in Caribou with my drink, thinking, “If you are embarrassed to be wearing this shirt, then you are ashamed of it.  And if you’re ashamed of it, then you’re ashamed of Aslan.  And if you’re ashamed of Aslan, then you’re really ashamed of Jesus.”  Of course it became an obsession.  It was just the natural chain of events for about twenty years of my life.

But not anymore.  And tomorrow I am going to post about that.  Stay tuned!