So, A good friend asked me co-lead a small group for preppers. Sure, why not. I’m as wild-eyed a conspiracy theorist as the next guy; I have my very own tin foil hat to prove it. Of course, once we sat down and started talking about what we would actually discuss in a room full of preppers we both discovered that we’re a lot more interested in seeing the shambling bands of undead set free from their terminal zombieness than we are in ending their miserable existence.
Now here we are – down to where the goats graze. It’s time to start putting pen to paper (or fingers to keys I suppose) to tell all of those undead masses the truth of zombiedom. The truth is that God so loved every stinking last one of us that He stood by as His very own precious boy was brutally (read about it – it is brutal) tortured to death. All that just to ensure that we would have a way to escape our own zombie natures and be set free – never to be blind, undead, flesh rotted, stinking, brain eating zombies again!
I could not have done it. Could I die for someone I love? You bet. Made that decision a long time ago. If it comes to me tasting death in the place of one of a handful I love and cherish I would do it in a second. But if it’s a choice between my son giving his life or you giving yours – I’m sorry but if that’s my choice you’re just gone. But God, who loved His son so much more than we are capable of loving ours made the same choice and you won. Wow.
So tune in. Dig what we have to offer. And get into that sweet spot spiritually the Father wants you to live in.
Jeff