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wtfluff wrote: ↑Sun Jan 14, 2018 2:02 pm

sparky wrote: ↑Sun Jan 14, 2018 11:18 am Konfession:
I gave a blessing to a home teachee yesterday using unconsecrated oil. I just got it out of the main kitchen stock a few minutes beforehand.

If you stop and think about it for one second, consecrated oil blessings are one of the weirdest, silliest things in the church. Who checks whether it is consecrated? At what point and how is this property checked? Supposing the checker finds out the oil isn't consecrated, what happens then? Is the blessing null and void? Or does whatever otherworldly being responsible for checking have to hastily consecrate the oil himself before he can allow the blessing to go through?

Nobody involved in the blessing yesterday sensed that the oil wasn't up to the job, and I suspect the patient will nevertheless recover from her nasty head cold in the next few days.

Well... To begin with, the non-magical oil that you slipped in was ENTIRELY too fresh to actually be consecrated. 98.23% of all consecrated oil is "consecrated", then poured into a tiny metal vial, then carried around in some dude's pocket for years until it's completely rancid, then it gets poured on the victim's head.

Kishkumen wrote: ↑Mon Jan 15, 2018 8:45 am

wtfluff wrote: ↑Sun Jan 14, 2018 2:02 pm

sparky wrote: ↑Sun Jan 14, 2018 11:18 am Konfession:
I gave a blessing to a home teachee yesterday using unconsecrated oil. I just got it out of the main kitchen stock a few minutes beforehand.

If you stop and think about it for one second, consecrated oil blessings are one of the weirdest, silliest things in the church. Who checks whether it is consecrated? At what point and how is this property checked? Supposing the checker finds out the oil isn't consecrated, what happens then? Is the blessing null and void? Or does whatever otherworldly being responsible for checking have to hastily consecrate the oil himself before he can allow the blessing to go through?

Nobody involved in the blessing yesterday sensed that the oil wasn't up to the job, and I suspect the patient will nevertheless recover from her nasty head cold in the next few days.

Well... To begin with, the non-magical oil that you slipped in was ENTIRELY too fresh to actually be consecrated. 98.23% of all consecrated oil is "consecrated", then poured into a tiny metal vial, then carried around in some dude's pocket for years until it's completely rancid, then it gets poured on the victim's head.

Once upon a belief, the whole concept of consecrated oil created a large weight on my shelf. We had an EQ lesson about ordinances, etc. For whatever reason, most of it was spent discussing priesthood blessings and anointings. We spent a bit of time discussing the need to consecrate the oil ahead of time, and then how a proper priesthood holder would keep his little vial with him at all times so he could be ready lubricate someone's head at any time. I was somewhat surprised, several guys didn't already have a little vial the instructor gave everyone a little pre-filled plastic dripper little pin hole opening and a lid. Then, because I was super important to say the incantation and properly consecrate it, he carefully reviewed this prayer. Then instructed everyone to find a little corner of the gym (because that's our special room) and consecrate the oil by whispering a few words, trying to be discrete in a large echo room.

I was good, I already had my oil blessed and ready-to-go. But I looked around and 5-8 guys facing a corner, attempting some sort of privacy, and saying their little prayers while holding this little bottle with both hands near their chest. Even as a TBM I thought it was a bizarre image. I remember telling my wife about it after church how I just couldn't do it and how strange the whole scenario was. I could imagine a god not willing to help someone out because Bro Stevens didn't do some strange prayer that no one else could hear in the corner of a gym.

Kishkumen wrote: ↑Tue Jan 09, 2018 9:03 am FYI
Costco currently has some thermal underclothing that is great. The brand is 32 Degree Heat. It's like $7 for bottoms and $8 for tops. Maybe not as cheap as garments, but not far off. Mrs Misbehaved seems to really like them and even I like them. They have kids sizes well for the whole family.

And they're black, which is much better.

Hagoth wrote: ↑Sun Dec 24, 2017 9:45 am I remember being terrified of Satan. Now Satan is the most hilariously comical figure I can imagine.

deacon blues wrote:

Hagoth wrote: ↑Sun Dec 24, 2017 9:45 am I remember being terrified of Satan. Now Satan is the most hilariously comical figure I can imagine.

The devil at General Conference. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P1XjlrSKBCo

Kishkumen wrote: ↑Tue Jan 09, 2018 9:03 amFYI
Costco currently has some thermal underclothing that is great. The brand is 32 Degree Heat. It's like $7 for bottoms and $8 for tops. Maybe not as cheap as garments, but not far off. Mrs Misbehaved seems to really like them and even I like them. They have kids sizes well for the whole family.

And they're black, which is much better.

IT_Veteran wrote: ↑Fri Mar 09, 2018 11:35 pm Also, I like that alcohol completely numbs the physical pain I have from some nerve problems. It’s gone and I don’t have to rely on prescription painkillers to get there.

Kishkumen wrote: ↑Sat Mar 17, 2018 8:07 pm
My kids told their cousins not to take Uncle Kishkumen's cup because it's just for grown-ups. They're learning!

redjay wrote: ↑Sun Mar 18, 2018 4:32 am

Kishkumen wrote: ↑Sat Mar 17, 2018 8:07 pm
My kids told their cousins not to take Uncle Kishkumen's cup because it's just for grown-ups. They're learning!

mrs RJ has agreed in principle with me having beer in the house, but I'm still to chicken, lest I'm left in the lounge with a bottle of bud, while she retires to the bedroom crying into her pillow.

NOMinally Mormon wrote: ↑Sun Dec 24, 2017 2:42 pm I have booze stashed in the kitchen. My husband, though an antimo, doesn't drink and disapproves of it. Whenever he finds a bottle of something and comments on it, I say it's for cooking. Yeah, I cook with Mike's harder lemonade. He still has no clue that I drink.