“Who do you think is more likely to survive in a Zombie apocalypse – you or me?’
My day today started with this indubitably relevant question from my son to my daughter. Given they are both teenagers I thought the times of these kinds of questions had passed – but what do I know?
The sister just shrugged her shoulders with the apparent conviction that she would most definitely survive longer, while her brother was mentally ‘getting ready’ for said apocalypse.
I found myself contemplating what exactly a ‘Zombie apocalypse’ might look like, when arguably there might have been more important things to worry about. House Singing, for example (maybe not unlike a zombie apocalypse), and finding all the decorations to get the house and chapel ready for Advent.
We get so excited about preparing for Advent and Christmas – finding the right tree, untangling the lights, trying to find that really good tree-stand in the loft and dusting off the stockings for the fire-place. And then there is card-writing and present-buying (I found out the hard way that securing a parking space amongst tense Christmas shoppers at the Trafford centre was no easier than fighting off zombies – in fact the latter sounds much more possible.)
And I ask myself if I have forgotten what I’m actually getting ready for in Advent. I love Christmas more than any other time of year, and I think all the chaos is totally worth it. But sometimes I forget that I am indeed getting ready for an ‘apocalypse’ as well – not a Zombie one with murder and fear. But one that brings us New Heaven and a New Earth – one that Christians have been waiting for for 2000 years now – when Jesus will come again and put things right, and when zombies have lost all relevance,
Knowing this time will come makes any apocalyptic chaos worth it.