Recently I told the church about the terrifying time I was chased from the house by a scar-faced man slashing a knife. I barely escaped out the back door and barricaded it shut. Catching my breath, I eventually leaked out a smile and shouted, “This was the best haunted house ever!” I’m inviting you to the same experience right now.
It isn’t a haunted house to which you are invited, but it is to the same intentional suspension of disbelief, to the same potential emotional-state change. A haunted house is fun only if you get scared. And the only way to get scared is to stop criticizing the obvious make-up scar and the fake headless horseman. You have to allow yourself to believe it could be real. You have to suspend your disbelief. Then the fun begins.
You are invited to do the same right now with this scenario: you have been told you have one month to live.








