Forgive me, folks–this post has been festering awhile. Or perhaps gnawing at the back of my mind? I suppose it’s time that I let it shamble into the light…
Unless you’ve been living under a rock, the Walking Dead returns to the screen this coming Sunday, February 12th.
Just in time for Valentine’s Day. A day that, as you know, is all heart. Or all about hearts…
Really–if it’s about anything–that’s what the Walking Dead is about, too: heart (and livers, kidneys, etc.)… Ok, bad joke. Seriously, the show follows a group of rag-tag survivors who have just that: the heart to survive. In a world gone to hell, they find a way to keep going. To keep a semblance of hope in their hearts.
How like the church. Where the flame of hope should burn brightest.
What do I mean? In our world, the church is a lifeline to God that helps us keep going. Or should be.
Yet, we so often treat our “unsaved” loved ones, friends, neighbors, coworkers like the “walking dead.” And to be sure, in a sense, they are. Physically alive, but dead to God. Yet no one likes being treated like a notch in a Christian’s “salvation belt.”
Being in the world, but not of it, means–obviously, that we’re still in the world. Which means that, like the Apostle Paul before us, we should use any means necessary that we might save some.
Including a “zombie show.”
But unlike the show, where the zombies are dispatched with alacrity (perhaps we could draw out a lesson about dispatching sin in our lives), we are called to build relationships with the “walking dead.” And unlike Hershel, we do have a cure.
His name is Jesus.
And He bids the zombies live.
How can we do that today? Bring life to the “lifeless” in a loving way?