Why Wednesday: Vampires, Zombie, and Me (Part II)

03 Oct

“For what it’s worth” 

The Greatest Story Ever Told is that of the God of the Universe who “so loved the world that He sent His only begotten Son so that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish but have everlasting life” (John 3:16) When I say story in that context I mean, quite literally, HIStory.

Then there are the stories we write not with our lives, because we are not in control of those, but with our  creativity and the “pen.”  There are those we return to again and again, and we do so (often unconsciously) because we are, in my opinion, drawn to the elements within them that parallel those of The Greatest.

Maybe I simply see more of those elements in monster stories than in the other fiction I tend to read.  I think that is why the vampires are my favorites.  (Kudos, however, to those who offered a blue pill to enter the rabbit hole of an entirely different genre with similar effect ala The Matrix NOT Alice in Wonderland).

Pause to consider monsters.  The best monsters are those who were once human; the zombies, vampires, werewolves, The Swamp Thing, and such.  We respond to them with fear, of course, and then revulsion and/or compassion.  And is it not so because somewhere inside we know that we are the monsters.

“We were meant to live for so much more, Have we lost ourselves? 

We were meant to live.” (Meant to Live by Switchfoot)

We were created “very good” (Genesis 1: 31) by Perfection to walk in the fullness of life with Love Himself beside us and to live forever  (Genesis 1&2). Death was not part of the plan in the Garden of Eden.  There was no death for man nor beast until we chose to sin. (Genesis 3) That was the fall.

And in our heart of hearts we know it.  Every man, woman and child who has experienced the loss of a loved one, whether that person was four, forty or four-score, we know that death is wrong.

It should not be.

We respond to it with righteous anger, denial, and heart-break, reflecting the very heart of God in whose image (Genesis 1:26) we were made.

I often hear someone say that an elderly person who has died “lived a good long life” and speak as if death is just natural.  But I tell you the death of the ninety-nine year old is as great a tragedy as the death of a child.

Haven’t you felt it?

The loss, the pain, the core of your being crying out that this thing, this death, is wrong.  We were made to live in relationship with God and each other forever, and our souls scream this truth at us every time a loved one is ripped away.

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Posted by on October 3, 2012 in Paranormal


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