World War Z

For my bookclub this month we read World War Z by Max Brooks. It was really good - I read it on New Year's Day. The book is about the world's war against the zombies. A virus has taken over earth and turns people into zombies. Infection spreads through exposing blood to any part of Zombie matter, and you know you're infected if you're bitten.

Saturday night I dreamed that I was infected. I had yet to go into a coma, flatline and resuscitate, but I knew I only had a day or two. Some of my friends were with me, including one who isn't a Christian. He and I were running around trying to avoid being shot, the only option for the infected. Some other friends were trying to help us off the island where we were, and onto the mainland, where we had a greater chance of survival.

I could feel the virus taking hold. My eyes were red and my skin itchy. As my friends were helping us off the island, I was desperately trying to share with my unbelieving friend how much Jesus loves him. My friends were trying to help me, but I couldn't seem to get the message out clearly.

When I woke up Sunday morning, I had zombies on my mind. I went to church, and just as the service was starting, I stepped out to take a phone call. I was talking to my sister, looked up, and there is a couple from my bookclub! It was a happy coincidence, as I had the book in my car with the intention of bringing it to them that afternoon. This couple does not normally attend my church.

Later in the week at bookclub, we talked about our zombie survival strategies, and what our role would be in the reconstruction of society. It was quite fun.

But the thing that sticks with me is how, in my dream, I was so anxious for my friend to understand the love of Jesus. I couldn't die (or become a zombie) without making every effort to tell him. I only hope that I'll have the opportunity in my waking life to do so soon.

Phase Two: COMPLETE

I paid off my car today.