Since one night in 1985, I know what the world looks like through a zombie’s eyes.
In Scotland, I would go out evangelizing on Thursdays and then take the hour-long hike home in the dark. One night I figured that I could cut out to the main highway, grab a bus and save 20 minutes. The only hitch was that the short-cut went through Grove Cemetery. No problem, I would enter the gate, do a 100-yard dash, go over the wall and there was the bus stop.
I did it only twice. Not because I got spooked, mind you, but because as I clambered over the 6-foot wall and jumped out onto the shoulder, well, it caused problems with the flow of traffic. Eyes popped open, jaws dropped, women shrieked, as they saw me apparently escaping from the graveyard and stumbling up the embankment toward them.
So, I know how a zombie feels.
I’ve seen, twice, George Romero’s black-and-white “Night of the Living Dead,” the original 1968 version. Oh, and Charlton Heston in “The Omega Man”. Beyond that I sat through about 20 minutes of that movie where Bill Murray gets accidentally shot.
Nevertheless, I’m confident that I can develop “What the Bible Says about Zombies,” (more…)