We live in a strange and crazy world. But I’m not telling you anything you don’t already know. Sometimes though, the overall irony shoots right over the top.
Zombies are a hot commodity. Never mind nobody’s ever seen a real one — they’re on TV, T-shirts, in books, video games and the movies, so we’re all familiar with this group of undead.
For the last few years, for many viewers, zombies have dominated Sunday evening television — giving a new definition to the term, “dead man walking.” Zombies were to the Neilson ratings what marshmallows are to s’mores — gooey blobs that had people coming back for seconds while sitting around the warm glow of a campfire (or TV screen).
It appeared zombies had the upper hand — well, the ones that still had hands did. They were the Chia pets of the new millennium. Trendy and not very cute, but cropping up everywhere. Despite their gory appearance, ratings were through the roof and zombies were on a roll (or at least a slow-paced swagger). Nothing short of an axe to the head would stop these man-eating monsters.
Then, along came God.
We’ve always known God had a corner on the Sunday morning market, but now He’s hit prime time with a miniseries on the Bible. Big and small screen adaptations of the Bible have been done before. Mr. Gibson and Mr. Heston will attest to this. But our current Bible story has viewers flocking around their screens by the millions.
In the beginning, there were zombies, but in its premiere week, the Bible beat the undead. Score one for the big guy.
God and zombies actually have more in common than a Sunday night prime time slot. Zombies rise from the dead. The Bible practically invented this miraculous feat. Jesus wouldn’t be Jesus without it.