Seriousness is not a fruit of the spirit

Somewhere along the line, I got the idea that in order for God to approve of me, I had to read nothing but Scripture, do nothing but pray, and listen to nothing but worship music. That if I watched Supernatural or read Terry Pratchett or dropped an F-bomb, I’d be out. Or at least be on the receiving end of a divinely disappointed tsk-tsk.

It wasn’t until I came back to writing that I noticed how narrow I’d become. Reentering the world of fiction seemed impossible. It’s pagan mythology and da...