What does it say about us when a story of demon possession doesn’t shock, frighten, or otherwise discombobulate us? It might mean we don’t believe the story is true. It might also mean that we believe it’s so true that we’ve passed beyond the mere (but terrifying) physical reality of it, and into a more detached consideration of its theological parameters. Either way, we’ve blinded ourselves to an essential aspect of the story, and it’s the job of The Wineskin Project to bring us back to the feel of the dust beneath our frantic feet, and the smell of fear in the fading light of the day.
Do I believe in demons that can possess human beings? I sure do believe they’re in this story!