“Liberated of Her Ministry”

So, I’m reading Cox’s Body and Soul which is supposed to be some kind of sympathetic history of Spiritualism and, if it is, I don’t quite see it yet. It’s more a perusal around the foundations of what would become Spiritualism and I am just in the part where I have learned about Rachel Baker a girl from New York state who…

wait for it…

Preached in her sleep. To large audiences. She’d go to bed. Sleep. Have a mighty, violent, and toll-taking convulsion and then begin to preach. When she was done, she’d have another violent convulsion and go back to bed. When asleep she was all “Fuck you, Paul, women can preach if we want!” (note: that’s my translation of 19th century sleeping preacher language) while by day she was all “No, women can’t preach, but I’m not just a woman, I’m kind of an idiot, so clearly I’m not preaching, but just reading God’s notes. Totally okay.”

Anyway, she started coughing up blood during one of her convulsions and the doctors were like “Okay, we have to put a stop to it,” while her congregation was like “But who are we to mess with God’s will?”

So, the doctors cured her through drugs and splashing water on her. Yes, the famous opium and water-splash cure. All the sleep-preaching gals use it.

Ha ha ha.

Anyway, towards the end of the chapter, after she has been double-dosed with opium and had water thrown at her, Cox uses that delightful phrase, “liberated of her ministry.”

It’s a nice touch.

And I can see how this is indeed a foundational movement that will lead to Spiritualism. It’s a short walk from “God talks to me” to “spirits talk to me.” But what’s interesting in Baker’s case is that there’s also a discussion of whether she’s mad and whether it matters if what she’s doing is useful to others.

Don’t think that little sliding of concern away from Baker didn’t catch my attention.

Briefly on the Mad Gasser of Mattoon

It was unfair of me to mention her/him in passing and not link to something that would have provided you with a little more information. So, check out the wikipedia page.

It’s interesting to consider this in terms of “hysteria”–whether the perpetrator was a woman, most of the victims being women, and the men being the ones who decide the attacks did not take place–especially with the timing of it being during World War 2, which meant a town pretty empty of men.

But that’s not as interesting to me as the Watseka Wonder and so I’ll just leave it at that.

The Watseka Wonder

I’ll admit, I sometimes get the Mad Gasser of Mattoon and the Watseka Wonder confused. You’d think that’d be difficult since the weirdness that is the Mad Gasser is right in his/her name–Mad Gasser. If you’re sitting around wondering which one is the Mad Gasser and which one is the other thing, it literally could not be more obvious. And then there’s the alliteration–Mad Mattoon and Watseka Wonder.

And my parents live or have lived right by both and we have driven through both many times and yet, because I can’t remember which is the apparent spirit possession and which is the mysterious stink, I have never crawled over Watseka with the enthusiams with which I crawl all over Nashville.

This did not bother me until recently. But I have been thinking about the Watseka Wonder a lot lately, because I have been thinking about what kind of larger thing I might want to write. I’ve been thinking I want to write about being a minister’s kid, but I don’t really want to write a memoir and I don’t think my everyday experiences really get at what I think are kind of the fundamental dilemmas of being a minister’s kid.

I mean, I can tell you that my dad was perfectly ordinary, except that he once heard God talking to him. And I can tell you that I believe him, at least 85% of the way. I can also tell you that he likes to be the center of attention and also loathes it. And that he has a job he took because he felt called to do it, and not one he would have had if he could have chosen.

But what I want to try to understand is what it means to be told “These kinds of completely implausible things are true–God can speak to you, these kinds of supernatural entities are real, prayer works” and “these kinds of completely implausible things are false” with the false things often being the same things. Where is the line in “God speaks to me” between “therefore I am a clergymember” and “therefore I am mentally ill”?

And how do you know? I mean, we all have mental quirks, but usually a mental illness has, as a component, some level of harm. Okay, is taking a job you don’t want and may not be suited for on the advice of your God a kind of harm?

So, yeah, back to the Watseka Wonder. The short form is that the Roffs had a girl, Mary, who was prone to fits and seizures and such, starting from the time she was an infant. She was sent to an insane asylum where she died. Across town, shortly before Mary’s death, the Vennums had a daughter, Lurancy. Lurancy hit puberty, as the girls in these stories often do, and all hell broke loose. She began to hear voices and to “visit Heaven” and then she becomes possessed by Mary Roff and goes to live with the Roffs for a few months. An an appointed time, Mary goes back to Heaven and Lurancy returns to her family.

I’m about halfway through the Stevens account and a couple of things strike me. One–the involvement of the Methodist church, even tangentially. But that’s a very Methodist part of the state, so it makes sense. But there’s a reference in the book to Lurancy behaving how the Methodists do during their revivals. If Lurancy wasn’t Methodist, she would have known Methodists, so how to behave in a way that made you seen overcome by the Spirit would have been known to her.

The book also, hilariously, claims that the Roffs and the Vennums did not know each other at all. Watseka has, now, maybe 4,000 people in it. I’d be surprised if it were any bigger back then. It’s implausible in a town that size that they didn’t know of each other and in a time of no TVs or radios, when church was the center of social life, it’s implausible that Lurancy wouldn’t have heard quite a bit of teenage gossip about what had happened to Mary.

Stevens seems to have no knowledge of the social workings of young teenage girls.

Interesting also that the Roffs were, by the time of Lurancy’s possession, avid Spiritualists. According to the Stevens account, they were the ones, even before Lurancy was possessed by Mary, who came over to the Vennum house and suggested that she was not insane, but a medium.

It’s easy enough to understand why they would have become avid Spiritualists in the wake of their daughter’s death, especially if you consider that they may have blamed themselves for sending her to the asylum where she died. And the all-too-human desire to believe that she had a special, but over-looked gift.

And, of course, for Lurancy, this must have been wild–to have this skill that made you the center of community attention, at least the center of two families’ attention, and to have a place of authority from which to speak, since you have been to Heaven and can channel the dead.

And it’s hard to tell from Stevens’ account how severely afflicted Mary was. Was she constantly suffering from bouts of whatever she had or were there times when she was lucid and able to communicate?

For Lurancy, it may have been a kind of ministry to be able to tell the Roffs that Mary loved them and knew them and cared about them and was in a place where she wasn’t suffering.

And she may have actually been able to do what she said she was doing.

The way she was acting is pretty common behavior for people who are in touch with the spirit world, so to speak.

I don’t know. I want to read a good book about Spiritualism in the 19th century in the U.S. and a good book about a history of U.S.ian Methodism. I feel like I know Methodism boots on the ground style, but I lack a clear sense of what Methodists were like at the time.