Ghost Stories and the Eye of Faith
I like a spooky story. I like (plausible) spooky stories because they disrupt the arrogant certainties of scientific materialism and fit with the ornate cosmos I see revealed in the Bible: a world of angels and demons and spiritual powers and unclean spirits (whatever they are). I like the idea that there is a hidden world that still reveals itself and confounds atheists and materialists—even when that revelation is malign. Encounters with the Other World Over the last year or so, I have been listening on and off to “Otherworld”—a curated podcast that collects first-person accounts of all kinds of weird and wonderful experiences ranging from encounters with cryptids (Bigfoot,…
Spooky Stories and the Lord of Halloween
I like a spooky story. Maybe I shouldn’t. Maybe it’s unhealthy. Maybe I should be more reformed and less medieval—more Zwingli and less Luther, as Carl Trueman would put it. I know there are definite dangers in thinking too much about spooky things—of drifting into a superstitious mindset where intermediate powers control the ups and downs of life. I know that I am not immune to that temptation, and I know the antidote (see more here). I like the idea that there is a hidden world that still reveals itself. I’m also unsure of how many of the stories one hears are genuine. I have had a few strange things…
