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The Zombie in Me


by Bob Comeans

Sometimes it rises up, and when it does, it comes at you with claws out, more than willing to rip your soul to ribbons of anger, despair, and frustration. Looking to destroy.  Again.

It comes in many forms. It’s in us. It doesn’t want to leave. It’s our constant unwanted companion. It may be dormant. It may be active.  We all have one, and when your zombie has  taken control, you are, 

The Walking Dead.

You are an easy, fallen prey. 

The zombie in me, it’s your addictions, bad habits, and poor choices. It’s a broken heart, a failed marriage, a blown up life. It’s a pornographic web site, a drink, a smoke, a snort. It’s  lust, out of control anger, or selfishness, and it’s relentless. 

No matter how strong, how sure, how good you think you really are, you don’t have a chance. Alone you are so vulnerable. So predictable. So hopeless. 

There is still a hope in the hopeless. Your zombie killer is out there. Everywhere, in plain sight.  Friends, family, ministers, doctors, neighbors, teachers, coworkers, professionals, amateurs, strangers, and more. Jesus Christ, He’s there too. Working through them, the normal people, the everyday people. 

To help you, to rescue you, to turn your life around, to cover your back, to hold you, to fight your battles, to hold your arms up, to celebrate with you, to speak for you, to come for you, to listen to you, to bring you back, to make you accountable, to feed you, to direct you, to be with you in defeat, to share in your victory, to pray with you, to love you. 

For yourself, for someone, be that zombie killer.

The zombies aren’t  coming, they’re already here.


I AM There For You

Cross & Clouds

As told by my friend Jason Collins

Who’s going to help me put my life back together? I AM

Who’s going to help truth and justice finally prevail in this world? I AM

Who’s smart enough to figure out my problems? I AM Continue reading

The Resurrection Run Revisited

56/365 morning run

By Bob Comeans

I finally gave in.

Last Saturday I ran in my first ever 5K road race. Well, ran, is a subjective term. Let’s just say I was putting one foot in front of another to achieve forward motion. I was able to keep this up for about forty one of the longest minutes I’ve experienced in quite a while.

This had all started about six weeks earlier at our church, Legacy Christian, when Pastor Roy Roberson started talking about “The Resurrection Run.”

Just a nice little activity to get people out into nature, exercising, and to raise a litte money for the Coweta Pregnancy Services. Not sure if it was to prevent, or promote, the before mentioned services. Never did find out, but I trust that it was all good. Continue reading

Murder. Anguish, Hope, and I Try to Survive


By Bob Comeans

Many years ago I knew a fine young man.

He was popular, had a great personality, and could play the piano so well he could make you cry. We would go to the movies, get a pizza, or just hang out. He was about my height, with blonde hair and brown eyes.

He had a wonderful sense of humor, and especially liked to tease with his parents. He was a great kid who dressed as Santa for the younger neighbor children at Christmas. He always had a big candy cane for the little boy next door.

Norman Rockwell would have loved to paint this family. This young man had loving parents, two brothers, and a sister. God was good to this family.

I was eight years older than him, but he was one of my best friends.

This normal, well-adjusted teenager entered high school, but he didn’t finish. He entered ninth grade, but he didn’t finish. Continue reading

They Were Rock Stars

Old ladies

By Bob Comeans

I spent Friday night with 21,000 of my new friends at the local indoor arena. We were all there, to see and hear, the latest world tour of a popular musician.

She did a great job. Amazing voice, athletic body, great choreography, rocking dancers, awesome set and lighting, and a sold out house. Continue reading