Sundays Are For The Walking Dead
There are several reasons why I nerd out when it comes to AMC’s The Walking Dead. I’ve enjoyed reading the graphic novels and following the story threads woven between the books and television version. I’ve equally enjoyed the television series with its plot twists, character additions and development, and after show Talking Dead. I’ve also enjoyed the ethical and philosophical struggles that arise during the course of the books and the show, both externally as a reader and viewer, and internally with the characters in the post-apocalyptic world that is the setting for The Walking Dead. But most of all I enjoy The Walking Dead because it is a well-told story riddled with religion (and sometimes specifically Christian), sometimes explicitly so, and yet, at other times a bit more underground. But it’s always present and always insightful whenever it happens in the story. Take for instance the minor fact that the church bus the group used in the first season, surprisingly came from a Lutheran church. That it wasn’t a Southern Baptist passenger van is itself a small miracle.
More significantly, Hershel Greene quickly comes to mind. He is frequently seen reading and heard quoting Scripture, often with profound things to say both for the viewer and to his fellow characters within the story.
There’s also the wedding of Glenn and Maggie which takes place in the prison. As they’re surrounded by death, at least in the books, 1 Corinthians 13 is read. What a remarkable contrast between life and death, depicting the loving sacrifice that marriage is, even in a world gone mad. After all, the real reason 1 Corinthians 13 is called the “love chapter” is because Paul recounts for us the character and nature of God’s love for us in Christ, of which marriage is a mysterious reflection (Ephesians 5).
Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails.
Indeed, Christ’s love in the cross and resurrection never fails, even when steeples, our own lives, or the world around us is falling, crumbling, and sinking into the sea... or walking dead.
Recently, I was struck by AMC’s advertisements on social media as they began to promote the show’s return after its winter break.
That one sentence stuck in my brain all evening, indeed for a couple weeks now. Sundays are for The Walking Dead. Now, what they meant for a clever promo, I take as a profound truth. Sundays are for the walking dead.
Consider Paul’s words in Ephesians 2:
And you He made alive, who were dead in trespasses and sins, in which you once walked according to the course of this world, according to the prince of the power of the air, the spirit who now works in the sons of disobedience, among whom also we all once conducted ourselves in the lusts of our flesh, fulfilling the desires of the flesh and of the mind, and were by nature children of wrath, just as the others.
That’s what we declare every Sunday in confession: I a poor miserable sinner. I am the walking dead. Dead in trespasses and sins.
In The Walking Dead universe there’s an outstanding parallel to Paul’s words. In the show the group finds out at the CDC and in the book they declare in agony the tragic reality to the question they all wrestle with: Who are the walking dead? It’s not the walkers, the biters, or the rotters – as they’re known called. But finally, and fatally…”We are the walking dead.” Seems to me that’s a pretty close analysis and conclusion of our condition in this life. The writers for The Walking Dead echo Paul’s words in Ephesians 2 about walking in death. The problem isn’t the world. Rather, to quote G.K. Chesterton: “You ask what’s wrong with the world? I am.” I am the walking dead.
Sadly, like most post-apocalyptic stories, The Walking Dead is good at diagnosing the problem but not so good at offering a cure.
But do not fear. There is another story—a true one—which depicts not only the proper diagnosis of our death in sin, but resurrection. It is the story you should hear any given Sunday—and if you’re not you should demand that you do. Yes, we were (note the past tense!) dead in our trespasses and sins. Yes, we were the walking dead. Yes, the devil attacks us like a herd of biters surrounding a car full of fresh humans, seeking to devour us.
But God, who is rich in mercy, because of His great love with which He loved us, even when we were dead in trespasses, made us alive together with Christ (by grace you have been saved), and raised us up together, and made us sit together in the heavenly places in Christ Jesus, that in the ages to come He might show the exceeding riches of His grace in His kindness toward us in Christ Jesus.
You see, the advertisement is right. Sundays really are for the walking dead. Jesus rose from the dead for you on a Sunday. Jesus walked out of His grave on a Sunday, leaving all your sins behind Him having paid for them in full by His death on the cross. Jesus appeared to His disciples who were scared to death on a Sunday, and He appeared again the following Sunday for Thomas and we who doubt Him.
Jesus showed that He is the victor over death on a Sunday. And for us, Jesus has hallowed all Sundays to be a day of rest. Sundays are where the walking dead are raised to life by the fruits of Jesus’ life-giving, death-defying, new-creation-bringing death and resurrection. Sundays are days when we rejoice in our baptism which buries us with Christ’s death and raises us to new life in His resurrection. Sundays are days when we rejoice in Jesus’ words: I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in Me, though he may die, he shall live. And whoever lives and believes in Me shall never die.
Sundays are days when we go to church, not because it’s a gymnasium for our spiritual exercising, and not because it’s a rehab center for habitual sinners, or even because it’s a hospital for the sick. The church is a hospice care, where the dying care for the dying and where we, the walking dead, receive life in Jesus’ name and according to his promise.
Whoever eats My flesh and drinks My blood has eternal life, and I will raise him up at the last day. For My flesh is food indeed, and My blood is drink indeed. He who eats My flesh and drinks My blood abides in Me, and I in him.
Yes. Sundays are for the walking dead.