"Be careful of the zombies" yelled the birthday boy to the rest of the party goers, turned zombie hunters. The skinny, goofy looking eight year old leads four other adventurers in the bounce castle and that's how I spent the first hour of my six hour shift at the rec.
"Come on guys," cried out another passionate zombie cowboy. "We have to get those zombies."
"No zombies allowed in the castle," shouted the eldest of the posse of zombie catchers.
As this all took place before my eyes, through the nets of the bouncy castle set up in the field house, I stood there making sure there was no horse play, fighting or actual zombies inside while the boys made gun noises and bounced around in search of imaginary zombies somewhere inside the 12 by 12 inflatable structure.
Minutes later a kid came out with a scraped knee and I sat him down on the bench next to the castle. While looking at the six year old's knee and helping him get back to his search of imaginary dead mutants I told him that in a few seconds he'll be all cleaned up and ready to go back in and then he can continue killing the zombies.
He looked at me, just as any confused six year old might by what he had heard, and said: "There aren't real zombies in there." Then looked over to his Mom, who was standing behind me, "Mom, he thinks there's real zombies in there, but there isn't. They're made up. There are no zombies."
It's funny that in just one week's time I've not had two "run-ins" with zombie related conversations. This one with the bounce house zombie bounty hunters and another on Sunday with the teens at youth group. That conversation was a bit more to my maturity level as we - in grave and well thought out detail - discussed and debated defense measures, survival techniques and everything else zombie.
It's that as I type here now a few things have come to mind. Important issues that I struggle to put into actual words that make sense or even are worthy to share, but none the less intrigue me and will attempt to create coherent points and sound logic.
They come in this order:
1. As the young boy fought imaginary zombies he was quick to point out it was fake; he wasn't in fact fighting actual zombies. He knew the difference about what was real and was in his mind. How often do we forget that about whatever it is in our lives we're pretending? Work, a relationship, potential changes in our lives, etc. And can we tell the difference between the two?
2. The Mayan's believe the world will end on Dec. 21 of this year, the end-date of a 5,125-year-long cycle. If the Mayan's believe the world is to end, how should I feel as a Catholic? Maybe just as importantly, if the Mayan's are right, will zombies be a part of any of the demise of life as we know it? I believe it's an honest question, which leads to question #3...
3. What would be my strategy against zombies? Especially if the world is supposed to end this year and we don't know for sure what will happen?
That zombie fighting little knee scrapper reminds us that in our lives we must force ourselves to disconnect our "wants" and our "hopes" for ourselves from reality and what's actually happening.
Prime example in my life right now, I've waited nearly seven months now for a job. Interview after interview I waited for the perfect gig to present itself and convinced myself it would, but it wasn't until those moments when nothing came across my eye that I realized I had to keep searching, networking, asking friends and praying. Every time I had an interview I convinced myself someone else - much more qualified - would get the job and I took myself out of the game before it even started. Instead of looking at it as if I'm on the level playing field as other candidates and need to go in and "sell" myself to them. And when a job came by that I thought was the perfect job with years of success to follow with it, was it my own thoughts that made it seem ideal or is it because it's what God has called me to do next on my journey?
A close friend of mine thought everything was all hunky-dory with a girl he was recently dating, not listening to everyone else advising him differently. Then one day found out quite the different story was unfolding, and in this particular instance, I mean quite the opposite of what he thought. If it were a baseball game he wasn't in right field, he wasn't even on the same team...
It's those times that we must forget what we want to see happening before us and accept reality. Putting our trust in the plan and letting things unfold as they may. Surrendering ourselves to God and accepting His Will along our journey...Even if it involves zombies, or in a more serious manner, darker days full of a doubt.
As we anticipate an end of the world in December, according to the Mayans and other philosophies/ beliefs, and get caught up in all the hoopla of "End of the World" gimmicks we must think what would the end of the world me like or at least the end of our own life? I'm not smart enough, well informed, nor studious enough in my theology to shed light on this, but all I say is that if Church hymns remind us anything we are to "be watchful and careful" for we don't know when the son of man is coming. We don't know when the end of the world is coming and we read this through scripture. "Therefore, stay awake, for you know neither the day, nor the hour (Matthew 25: 13)." In terms of scripture that depicts a devastating and brutal end I believe fully - with every ounce of faith I have - that it details the end of our life if we live an unmoral, God-less life or even a life where we believe we will live forever, unstoppable and untouchable. Better put from another blog: "If we live as though the finite horizons of this life were the whole of reality, we are fools indeed." (That's all plenty heavy for another post at another time)
Zombies or not, we all seem to live throughout our how horror film that is haunted by life changing decisions or as I call them big kid responsibilities. Doubt, dismay and displeasure with aspects of our lives slowly creep into our sight and follow us creepily along our journey. As if we are in a horror film being chased down by our own zombie. But reality too can haunt us, especially if we can't separate the difference between what we want to see and hope to see, and what is really unfolding in front of us.
With all that being said, I believe full heartily that with my extensive back country survival, my physical abilities to hike and gather in challenging terrain and a collection of friends with diverse background in hunting and hiking to make a zombie survival squad I could survive against zombies; real or imaginary. The sad fact is that upon beginning this entry I wasn't going to go into detail about this in hopes to retain any sense of respect I have from anyone who actually reads this, but now the wheels are turning and I am deep in thought now. Inspired by the creativity of those zombiebusters in the bounce castle I am actually stewing over this one.
Stay tuned...
Until next time...
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