Letter From an Ex-Zombie

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I was a zombie.

I was one of the undead. I was walking around and it looked like I was alive, but really – I was dead.

Sad thing about being a zombie is that you don’t know you are a zombie.

I was dead in my transgressions and sins. I walked in the way of this world. I followed the prince of the power of the air. I was a son of disobedience. I gratified the cravings of my body and mind. I was a child of wrath just like everyone else. (Eph. 2:1-3)

Then Jesus brought me back from the dead.

Jesus brought me back to life. He put skin on my rotten bones. He took this cold heart of stone and replaced it with one that actually works (Ezek. 36-37). He loved me when I was unlovable (1 John 4:19).

As a zombie, people said I was a good zombie. But a good zombie is still a zombie. And zombies are dead.

Folks get the idea that religion is about making bad people good. That couldn’t be more wrong. Religion may do that, but faith (relationship with Jesus) doesn’t. It’s not about making bad people good, but bringing dead people to life.

John Piper says that people think we’re in the doghouse with God. He’s mad at us and we need Jesus to get us out. That is woefully inaccurate. Actually, we are in the morgue and we need Jesus to bring us back to life!

Take it from this ex-zombie: No one’s good, but we’re all dead. Until Jesus intervenes.


Ref: John Piper: Why We Need a Savior

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About mrpatvincent

Follower of Jesus. Husband. Father. Pastor.
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