Nice title, right? I only have about twenty minutes today, so maybe this will be a multi-part conversation.
I usually watch psychological thrillers, crime dramas and historical fiction. Lately I have found a couple supernaturally thrilling shows and essentially binged watched each of them. One was mostly engaging, I am not sensitive to British nudity or their love for the f-bomb. The other was very tactful and gripping, but I adore the lead so my opinion is biased.
Penny Dreadful was strictly about vanquishing personal demons which were woven together by the greatest horror icons of the late 19th century. I was especially rivetted by “Creature’s” pain and anger.
I have waited at least a year to see The Living and The Dead, from Britain as well. My heart broke for Charlotte as her husband went mad. Each desperate plea for his attention was drowned out by more devastation and his unresolved grief.
Shortly after finishing these, I pondered, “Why am I so drawn to these incredibly dark shows? ‘Good Christian women’ (this is not a real category) don’t seek out demonology or spiritualism. They certainly can’t empathize with the possessed or their loved ones. Why do I?!”
Oh, friends. I potentially need to increase my Cymbalta! I am nearing the end of my session this morning, but the demons portrayed on TV are far better than those I am currently struggling with right now.
I have seen evil. I have wrestled with God. I do not romanticize that the world is good. I fight against darkness in my home every day. At the end of the day, moment by moment, I must seek out joy and cherish every person. Peace may be something to strive for, but for many people, it will not come on this side of heaven.