Attack of my zombie alter-ego

The other night I had a dream that I was a Zombie.  This did not seem all that strange to me.  What did seem strange to me was that I also existed in the dream in my non-Zombie form.  Zombie me was running around tricking people into thinking they were interacting with real me.  In one poignant scene zombie-me got into a convertible with Andrew and drove away laughing while living me ran out of the house at the last second and was left standing helplessly in the driveway.

As Andrew kissed me goodbye in the morning I murmured groggily, “I dreamed I was a zombie.” (The things I say in a half awake state must be a never ending source of amusement for him).  But the dream stuck with me and I felt totally perplexed.  How could I be a zombie and not a zombie at the same time?

Time was when you were dead in your sins and wickedness, when you followed the evil ways of this present age. . .We too were once of their number:  we all lived our lives in sensuality, and obeyed the promptings of our own instincts and notions.  In our natural condition we, like the rest, lay under the dreadful judgement of God.  But God rich in mercy, for the great love he bore us, brought us to life with Christ even when we were dead in our sins; it is by his grace you are saved. Ephesians 2:1-5

As I daily work out my salvation (Phil 2:12) there’s a battle going on between old sin zombie me and real alive in Christ me.  I have to remember my own duality, my own tendency to fall back into the trap of my sinful nature.  There is tension here.  My salvation is complete.  I have died with Christ and been born to new life.  I am also being transformed from glory into glory and transformation is a process.

There is a need for vigilance because if I’m not careful Zombie Elanor, with her old habits of sin and selfishness, would like nothing more than to catch me napping.

 

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