A Zombie Apocalypse

"Truly, truly, I say to you, an hour is coming, and is now here, when the dead will hear the voice of the Son of God, and those who hear will live.” - John 5:25

In 2 weeks I’ll turn 44. I’ve camped, swam, and hunted through some of Australia’s most remote and dangerous landscapes. I catch snakes, brush away spiders, and have a manly beard. But I can’t watch zombie movies—they terrify me. The idea of the living dead holds no appeal to me.

Unless it’s the Son of God that makes them.

Not too long after Jesus spoke these words—on a day of unnatural darkness, when priests ran in terror as the curtain tore with a liberated roar—out from the gloom came those who still had families grieving for them. The dead had heard his voice and jumped to their feet, dancing with new life, singing with new songs, laughing with new joy.

Through the countless generations that followed, the dead are still springing from the grave. His voice still rings out across the crumbling tombstones and sagging memorials we erect, penetrating decayed hearts and breathing life into decrepit lungs.

I know, because I am part of this zombie apocalypse, this new kingdom where the once dead find life. Are you?