Night of the Living Dead Christian – a Book Review

I don’t like vampires and werewolves, and I usually have no interest in such stories, but author Matt Mikalatos tells a remarkable outside-the-box monster tale that was well worth my time in “Night of the Living Dead Christian.”

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I appreciated Mikalatos’ previous book, “Imaginary Jesus,” and still refer to it in day to day discussions. The story invites me to examine my understanding of who Jesus is and consider how I may have re-made him into something entirely different. The author’s creativity runs amok in his story telling, but he keeps delivering truth. Amazing.

A Relevant Magazine review of “Imaginary Jesus” states, “Think Monty Python meets C. S. Lewis. . . . Rarely does a book slide so easily from the laugh-out-loud moments to the tender-yet-challenging moments.”

Uncomfortable is OK, for now

Maybe one reason I don’t like monster stories mixed with faith, like “Night of the Living Dead Christian,” is because I don’t want there to be dark things lurking about. I’m forgiven and cleansed, yes. But it’s still a struggle every day to keep my thoughts focused on what’s good and my tongue from misbehaving.

This book confronts the things that “go bump in the night,” the very things we’d like to keep hidden but had better not.

That’s so good for me.

by Kathy Sheldon Davis

The Day I Became Different – 2 Corinthians 5:17-18

Arriving home from school and smelling like kid sweat and playground dust, I rushed to lay my papers on the table before the screen slammed shut, but failed. I slumped with disappointment that I didn’t win, but knew I’d try again tomorrow.

child-serious .ibrahim62 free. pixabayI hugged Mom, and she sized me up. I was sure she could tell I’d dilly-dallied on my way home, so before she could say anything, I blurted out, “I was at Mrs. Best’s house.”

I don’t recall who first introduced me to Mrs. Best more than 50 years ago. I do remember the poster board materials she used, some for telling Bible stories and others to help us get through the songs. The treats, and the goodie box full of prizes for us to choose from when we recited the scripture verse. Oh, fun! No wonder so many kids filled her living room.

I looked like I did every day after school, with my sagging pony tail and the mussed line of bangs above my eyebrows. My dress felt tight, twisted around my torso from twirling over the bar at recess, but Mom seemed to notice something else was different about her little girl.

Since I understood sometimes I chose to do wrong and couldn’t change my heart on my own, I found myself reaching out to God at Mrs. Best’s. I told Mom I’d prayed to ask Jesus into my heart.

“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come. All this is from God, who through Christ reconciled us to himself . . .” (2 Corinthians 5:17-18a ESV).

In my innocence I didn’t know how to relate the experience to her, other than that  “I felt Jesus all over me.” I wonder how many others want to thank Mrs. Best for her efforts.

I’d sure like to.

by Kathy Sheldon Davis

Don’t Come, Lord Jesus – Matthew 1:20-21

I sat in the front row at Friendly Street Church of God, right in front of the empty manger, when I had a vision of Jesus dying on the cross, and my little girl heart was grieved.

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I knew baby Jesus would be born on Christmas, and that there would be lots of new toys with food and fun for my family.

But this year I didn’t want Jesus to come. “Don’t you know what they’ll do to you?” I looked at the artwork above the choir loft as though looking right into his grown-up, suffering face. Tears rolled down my cheeks.

I knew the pattern. This Jesus, whom I adored, would be rejected, tortured and killed by an angry mob. This Jesus, who spoke kindly to everyone, taught us God’s ways, and healed people’s hurts. He hated no one, but reprimanded those who did wrong so they could change directions.

I did not want him to be killed, even though I had known from a young age that I needed Jesus to come and to willingly die for my sins.

“Joseph, son of David, do not fear to take Mary as your wife, for that which is conceived in her is from the Holy Spirit. She will bear a son, and you shall call his name Jesus, for he will save his people from their sins” (Matthew 1:20-21 ESV).

Lord, you knew where your birth would lead you, and you came anyway. I am sorry it cost you so much, and yet, I know I would not make it without your sacrifice. May you receive the joyful reward you gave your life for, dear Lord. Here is my heart, my gift to you.

Merry Christmas!

by Kathy Sheldon Davis