In just a few hours, the zombies will be at our door. They will be joined by ghouls, ghosts, and more than a few very pre-teen Ninja Turtles.
And, I proudly note, I have not yet raided the candy basket. We are prepared for All Hallow’s Eve.
Zombies are all the rage, especially the week of Halloween. Somewhere tonight, someone you know may celebrate All Hallow’s Eve by paying to have a zombie, ghoul, or just your run-of-the-mill maniac chase them. “Zombie Runs” combine fitness and charitable fund-raising, for instance. Or were you a Zombie chaser?
Thanks to a local “Zombie Pub Crawl,” the zombies were out in force just down the street from our church’s sanctuary one night this week. Only later did it occur to me that our downtown congregation could have hosted a Zombie Service that night.
And, since you are probably thinking it — yes, we have had our share of zombies in worship before.
And that’s as it should be. The Church of Jesus Christ exists to receive and REVIVE us when we are shuffling along mindlessly, going through the motions, grasping for something, anything to fill our inner emptiness.
Just as a sugar crash inevitably follows the Halloween sugar rush, so much of what we imbibe and consume leaves us wasted, weary, or worn out.
This dark night, like all of them, will give way to a new day — All Saints Day, thankfully. And by the grace of Jesus Christ, all us zombies have a place among all His saints.