Zombies, a cautionary tale

We all have things in our past that we would rather forget.

The ugly.
The dirty.
The shameful.
The painful.

Things we thought buried, sunken in the earth’s core. Rotting. Decaying. Forgotten.

Then, like zombies rising from the dead, they come back at the oddest of times. An old relationship returns with the barbs ready to pierce. A wound healed begins to ooze again. Words spoken that evoke bitter memories.

They rise from the past. Mumbling, moaning, they step into our living rooms with dirty grave clothes. They desperately want to come back into the land of the living.

There is a stench about these zombies. There is no life in them. And yet, I am strangely drawn. They remind me of another day. They remind of my dreams, now broken. They speak to my hidden hopes. They tease me with aspirations lost.

“Even when we were dead in our trespasses,” says the Apostle Paul in Ephesians 2, we have been “made us alive together with Christ.”

I don’t need the things that represent yesterday. I have been made alive. I have a future. I have tomorrow. It’s time once and for all to put those zombies in the rear-view mirror.

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Thanks to Chris Little sermon, Rescue 911, for inspiration and Marcy Earley for the photo.Also to Marcus Goodyear, for redeeming zombies everywhere..Also check out the High Calling Post by Ryan Mecham, “Fighting the Zombies”