Do you remember those old re-runs of the Twilight Zone on TV? Horror was never my thing, but somehow I couldn’t turn away if an episode was on. I think because Hitchcock made smart horror—beneath gratuitous chocolate syrup splatters hid social commentary, relationship fears, and the human condition.
It wasn’t until last week that I reconnected with the Twilight Zone idea in a totally unexpected way: as I was praying.
What the heck does the Twilight Zone have to do with prayer? And how does praying in a Twilight Zone way give us new freedom in our relationship with God? Check out the rest of the story—and the gifts I found in weirdo prayer—in my post at Not Alone today.
And, speaking of weird and the Twilight Zone…
This book—my first—is a tool to discover the gifts and the strengths in the weirdness God’s wired us with. Check it out! And if you feel led, I’d be honored if you’d share it!