Zombie

 Everyday theology, Justin Pruitt

I was a zombie all along….

Walking around as a dead man, searching for meaning, looking for my path to walk.

In a crowded room, I felt the loneliest.

Seeing faces, hearing no voices, just lingering noise.

I would speak, but it seemed as though no one could hear me.

I just wanted someone to feel what I felt.

Would I ever be alive again?

Would I prefer pain to nothing at all?

Can anyone understand me?

I found myself in complete darkness. Chained by my past and current choices.

But in the silence, a whisper broke through.

A voice like no other, yet somehow familiar, like a friend from before.

My ears lingered, so desperate for just another word.

“Come to me.”

“But how can I?” I mumbled.

“I am here. I knock, standing at the door. Open up the door, my son.”

Chains held me in place. Darkness all around me.

I opened my eyes, searching for the slight light seeping through the crack of the door.

I tried to sit up, but a heavy weight fought against every breath.

“Who is there? I can’t get to the door…”

“Come to me.”

Still a whisper, yet more firm.

Power surged within me, an overwhelming desire to answer the voice. To seek who was there.

I could no longer sit still. I had to know this voice.

Chains still bound me, but they were a little lighter. I could stand. I could walk, barely.

The door seemed so far.

“Can I make it?” I called out.

One last whisper, louder this time:

“Come to me. You are weary, heavy-laden, and crushed. Come to me, and I will give you rest!”

This time, chains or not, I wanted this voice.

I wanted what He had to offer.

Freedom from this darkness?

But… what if it hurts worse?

“Come.”

I was running now, faster than I ever thought possible.

The door was within reach.

Breathless with anticipation—

Might I escape this death? This place?

The weight of the chains pulled at me, threatening collapse.

Was I destined to die so close to freedom?

One last effort—

I cried out, just as my fingers touched the knob:

“SAVE ME PLEASE…”

The door flung open.

Chains shattered.

No weight.

No darkness.

Only light.

My heart was full again. A life I remembered from before.

A warmth welcomed me.

No longer a whisper, but a spirit of light.

No longer “Come to me,” but a voice soft, yet firm, full of authority:

“Follow me.”

“You are found”

“Walk with me now.”

This long-lost friend, I remembered plainly.

Like we had never been apart.

Salvation had found me.

The lost, now found.

Darkness, now light.

“I am yours,” I said. “Lead and I will follow.”

“It will be hard,” He said.

“Trust me. Seek me, and I will be found. I leave you with my Spirit. He will guide you to me always. Listen for Him. Speak with Him at your worst, at your best. Just follow His voice, not your own.”

“The path is narrow. Many will pull you back to what you knew. But trust Him, not yourself. Come to know Me… and I will guide you, My son.”

Follow me…….

I am alive!