Let me preface this by saying I’m an an optimistic agnostic.
I was brought up Catholic and am Catholic educated but I’m as open-minded as all Hell (sorry). I talk to my kids about all religions if they ask and present no bias to them. If they ask me whether I believe in God, I tell them that I don’t know if I do, but that lots of people are strong believers. I also believe that the Old Testament is a rollicking good read, although the New Testament is pretty pious and dry (except for the Book of Revelation, but that’s a whole other story).
Now, before I relate to you a conversation Scout and I had this morning, here is a picture of Andrew Lincoln. No, he’s not God, or more to the point I don’t know if he’s God. If you are Christian, I have no interest in offending you, so you might like to admire the crumpet (got a spare day?) and click away.
Scout and I were in the car and we were talking about zombies (as you do. Perfectly normal. Nothing to see here) and I mentioned that her dad and I were watching a TV show for grownups about zombies and that the zombies were really scary but they were also really sad.
Scout: Why are they sad?
Mum: Well, they were innocent people, it wasn’t their fault that they were bitten by zombies and became zombies. [long pause] But it’s just as well that zombies aren’t real.
Scout: No. But they used to be real!
Mum: [huh? searches the annals of history to come up with someone that may have been a zombie] Well… I guess Jesus was a zombie.
Scout: What do you mean?
Mum: Well, he was alive, then he died and he rose from the dead. So, given the definition of a zombie, he could classify as one. And when Jesus died the bodies of the saints came out of their graves and went into Jerusalem, so, they could be zombies too.
Perhaps I should have started her with “Jesus was born in a manger”? Or is it indicative of how we talk about everything in this house – somewhere between reality, comedy and referencing pop culture and rollicking good TV shows?