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This may seem apropos of nothing, but I’ve been spending time this week thinking about, well…. zombies.

I’ve got a theory. I think zombies are really just misunderstood. Don’t you? I mean, nobody asks to be undead. Do they? They always look like they’re in a bad mood, but maybe they’re just lactose intolerant. You may assume they’re coming to nosh on your neck, but who knows? Maybe they just ate some bad cheese.

It had to be this one: Gorgonzola. That has to be the official cheese of the apocalypse. It just sounds like the end of the world to me. Try it. Say it in a spooky voice: Gor-gon-ZOH-laaaa. Mwahaha.

Why, you may ask, am I writing about zombies on this, a blog about prayer? Well, it’s the only way I know to take my mind off things that I just can’t get my head around.

Things in life, generally.

Things in the news, specifically.

How about you? Heard any interesting news stories lately?

Anything grab your eye with that recent, oh, I don’t know, presidential election?

Hard as it is to imagine, zombies seem more light-hearted to me right now than what’s been going on in politics lately, so please indulge me.

I’m sure I’ll be back to my old self, soon, but in the meantime, do you know where most zombies live these days? Somewhere in New York between Hell’s Kitchen and Great Kills.

How disappointed were the zombies that got off a tour bus at the town of Braintree, anyway? Certainly false advertising. They may have grounds to sue!

There’s a town in Tennessee that zombies love that sums up everything going on lately. It’s name? Bitter End.

Despite the zombies and gorgonzola, it’s not the end of the world. We’ll wake up with the sun again tomorrow. We’ll find a way to work through what seems too much to bear right now. In the meantime, put your mind on something else – anything else, even zombies – till we find a way to make things better, together.

Malaise.  Ennui.  Everything sounds better in French, doesn’t it?  Even something negative sounds inviting.  The English equivalent sounds like a bag of rocks.  Doldrums.  Worse yet: torpor.  How perfectly blah!

I’ve thought about the various ways our bodies and spirits can break down.  We can be homesick, heartsick, seasick.  You might experience a headache, a stomachache or a backache.

So here’s my question.  Can you have a soulache?

How about this: Can you be lifesick?

Ecclesiastes 3 seems to be a microcosm of the whole human experience.  At one point, the author says “There is a time for everything…be happy… do good (while) you live.”  But later, he says, “Everything is meaningless!”  It’s even more of a downer in the King James Version:  “Vanity of vanities!”

So what’s the deal?  Is this chapter making the case for optimism or pessimism?  I really think it could be both.

This may not be something you’d find specifically in the Bible, but there are things we have to do in life that really just stink on ice.  Sometimes there’s no way to get to the better days except through the hard times.

Let’s think about what we need to pack into our kit bag to cure soul-sickness.

Faith:  Prayer is like a vaccination against soul-sickness; it can inoculate you against the disease of negativity.

Fellowship: Finding a place of fellowship with people who believe as you do makes you feel less alone in the world.

Forte:  Without a sense of purpose, we’re left with a sense of inertia – we don’t know where we’re going or why we’re here.

Fortitude:  Do what you can and leave the rest up to God.  Note:  Please don’t expect Him to do the dishes for you!

Future:  Sometimes you need to look past what’s in front of you and hang your hopes on the belief that it will get better.

It doesn’t matter how bleak things may seem.  You may be on the cusp of a breakthrough, so never give up.  Hold on to the promise of morning, pray without ceasing, and you’ll find comfort unto your soul.


Have a Mary Little Christmas

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