Growing up there was one thing almost all kids had in common even to this day, whether you were born in the 80’s, 90’s or the 00’s, as long as you had a TV set in the house, you woke up in the early hours of the morning on a Saturday to watch morning cartoons. It was prime time for the best shows, you knew it and the TV stations knew it, that’s why the best shows were reserved for the weekend, with one exception… The holidays. On a normal occasion, because of school you wouldn’t be able to catch these shows during the week, but when the holidays hit, every day was Saturday. during the holidays I remember, waking myself up on time everyday through nothing but sheer will power and muscle memory, all to catch my favourite cartoons. I had memorized the entire line up, I knew exactly which shows were up next, how long they lasted, when to switch over to avoid your care bears and My Little Ponies, and get to the good stuff, like your Zoids on sky one or Mummy’s Alive on CITV.
But with my love of cartoons, there was one time of year I looked forward to the most, Halloween. Now this isn’t because it was my favourite holiday or anything like that. Coming from an african home, my parents were and still are very religious and very superstitious. the themes that are associated with the holiday aren’t something to played with coming from that side of the world. so they wouldn’t let me go trick or treating, dress up like a wizard or some kind of monster, in fear I would turn into one myself. “The holiday is for the devil”, they would say, and though the statement may sound silly I agreed to a degree, even as kid. But every year even though I knew what the reply would be I always asked my parents why, to which my parents would always reply “z” (now if you know your alphabet, you will understand the pun). But nevertheless I guess a passive way for me to take part in the holiday was to watch all the Halloween TV I could get.
You see there was something different about Halloween cartoons and TV specials, that made me develop this love. The reason being, they would always give you stories and plots that always had a little more edge to them, just because you were no longer dealing with the natural but the supernatural. Now I know I sound like I’m waffling but stay with me, there’s a point to be made.
Now I remember one year, the movie Scooby doo on zombie island premiered on Cartoon Network, and the premise looked amazing, a feature length episode of Scooby doo where the villain at the end wouldn’t be an ordinary Person in a costume, that they take a mask of at end, and the person would utter the line, we all know and can even say in unison ” and I would have gotten away with it to, if it weren’t for you meddling kids”, ( now if you don’t know that line, I kind of worry for your childhood). For the first time in this show there’s was an actual threat, there were actual stakes to be had.
The reason I thought this was because, Zombies seemed to be this unrelenting force, risen from dead with one single purpose one single goal in mind to feed on brains and or human flesh, all to feed a base impulse, a desire that has utterly consumed the former man. They were something to be taken seriously, whether your talking zombies from dawn of dead, the walking dead or even Shawn of the dead (….they really like emphasis death in these titles). And it’s after watching that movie I prepared in my mind every possible way within power to prevent zombies getting the best of me if any unforeseen apocalypse were to happen, where exactly I would hide, where to get food, what weapons to carry. As childish as it was, I did all this because I did not want a zombie to be the death of me.
For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.
All these thoughts of when I was younger got me thinking. Of how much I loved being a kid, how much I loved doing nothing all day but playing video games and watching cartoons with no real worry or care. I started to miss those simpler times a part of me wanted to go back to relive those moments, to recapture those moments in some shape or form. And as the thoughts persisted so did the timeline, back to secondary school; and the class room shenanigans, the summers I used to spend with my friends, back to college and my first introduction to raves girls and all that stuff, and my initial years of university, that first real taste of freedom, relieving some of those more… unmentionable activities. That I took pleasure, and with that pleasure came back those thoughts, and with those thoughts, came that desire to relive those moments once again. to take part in what the old me used to do, the old man the one before salvation the one dead and buried to the world, the one that is always trying to resurface, the zombie.
Then it dawned on me by reliving all this memories in my head and allowing those desires that had long since been forgotten to creep back in, I did the one thing my child good self sought to prevent, and seeing me now he would kick me in the head with his size 5 Stan smiths. I let the zombies in, like every idiot in a horror flick that is told not to open the door and does it anyway. And here’s why. Now with all that reminiscing, here lies the danger. When we start to think about the old us, We start to replay memories in our heads. We allow a seed to be planted and unintentionally nurture it, letting it take root and encapsulate are minds. And any one who’s done a little bit of gardening knows how difficult it is to get rid of something once it’s deep rooted. The more we nurture the thoughts the more and more appealing they become, and the more likely we are to step out and do something to make them happen. Whether it be calling up an old flame, or hanging out with those unscrupulous characters once again. We start to forget how far we’ve come, and how much we’ve changed for the better. How much God has done in our lives, how grateful we were to him for salvation and how broken we came before him.
Now that’s not to say we shouldn’t reflect or think about our past. By all means we should, we are shaped by our past (I mean I’m on this blog talking about Scooby doo and Zoids, it does play a role), but it is not us and does not define us. But what we shouldn’t allow, is for it to consume us and bring about old habits, the old you, the one that was dead and buried, but some how always try’s to find its way to the surface in some shape or form, the zombie, the one that is lead by nothing but the base desire of the flesh. Now However you were before, I don’t really care, but understand this, now that Christ has made you into a new creation, your current state is better the former. Lest we allow the old man and old ways to take hold, the opposite will be true.
“When an impure spirit comes out of a person, it goes through arid places seeking rest and does not find it. Then it says, ‘I will return to the house I left. When it arrives, it finds the house swept clean and put in order. Then it goes and takes seven other spirits more wicked than itself, and they go in and live there. And the final condition of that person is worse than the first.”
So how we do stop this from happening, defeat these zombies plaguing or lives per say. Well if you’ve seen any form of media with zombies in them in the last 40 years, the answers always pretty much the same. Aim for the head…or the source of power if we’re talking zombies brought about by magic. But that’s exactly what we’re going to do. Aim for the head, the source of the zombies desire, the mind. well what’s has always helped me is to take hold of mind change the way I think and what I think about. Now I’m not great with this part so I’ll let the scriptures do the talking.
Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.