Is Isaiah 9:20 describing zombies?
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“I’m telling you, it’s in there!”
“Prove it, then.” Ellie crossed her arms and looked expectantly at her brother, Silas, whose gaze was unwavering.
“I will,” he said as he strode across the room toward the large family Bible. He opened it to the back half and expertly flipped through its pages until he found what he was looking for. “Here you go. Matthew 27:52-53, ‘The tombs also were opened and many bodies of the saints who had gone to their rest were raised. And they came out of the tombs after His resurrection, entered the holy city, and appeared to many.'”
Ellie’s eyes doubled in size. “You’re lying! Let me see!” After confirming it with her own eyes, she stared at her brother in disbelief. “But . . .”
Silas, however, left her no time to respond before continuing to flip through the large book. “Zechariah 14:12-13, ‘This will be the plague the Lord strikes all the peoples with, who have warred against Jerusalem: their flesh will rot while they stand on their feet, their eyes will rot in their sockets, and their tongues will rot in their mouths. On that day a great panic from the Lord will be among them, so that each will seize the hand of another, and the hand of one will rise against the other.'”
Ellie was speechless for perhaps the first time in her life, but Silas still wasn’t done.
“Revelation 9:6, ‘In those days people will seek death and will not find it; they will long to die, but death will flee from them.'”
“1 Corinthians 15:51-52, ‘Listen! I am telling you a mystery: We will not all fall asleep, but we will all be changed, in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, and the dead will be raised incorruptible, and we will be changed.'”
“Isaiah 9:20, ‘They carve meat on the right, but they are still hungry; they have eaten on the left, but they are still not satisfied. Each one eats the flesh of his own arm.'”
By this point Ellie’s eyes were wider than they’d ever been before.
Silas shut the Bible. “See? It’s all in there. They’re real. End of story.”
“But . . . but, but . . .” Ellie stammered.
Their mother’s voice bellowed from the back of the house, “Ellie! Silas! Are you packed yet?”
“I am,” shouted Silas. “Ellie isn’t, though.”
“Well then quit bothering her! Ellie, go get packed. We’re leaving for Grandma’s in ten minutes.”
Ellie, eyes wide and mouth agape, walked slowly to her room. The sudden thud of the garage door closing caught her off-guard and caused her to scream which, in turn, caught Silas off-guard and caused him to choke on a gasp.
“I’m home!” came their dad’s voice.
“Daddy!” Ellie cried as she ran to his arms, tears streaming down her face.
“Ellie, sweetheart,” he said, “what happened?” Ellie responded by burying her face deeper into his chest. Dad senses on full alert, Silas became the new target. “What did you do?”
“I just . . . she asked about . . .”
A stern look pierced directly into Silas’s soul. “Silas we talked about this. You can’t go around scaring your sister like that.”
“But I . . .”
“No buts. We’ll talk about this later. Now, Ellie, are you ready to go to Grandma’s?” Ellie, face still buried, shook her head. “Well let’s go get you packed,” he said as he picked her up and carried her to her room.
Silas was trying his best to sigh away the guilty knot in his stomach when his mom entered, struggling with three suitcases. He instinctually ran over and took two of the bags from her. “Thank you, Silas,” she said breathlessly. “Did I hear your father come in?” Silas nodded. “Where is he?” He tilted his head toward Ellie’s room. “Will you go load these in the truck while I talk to him?”
“Sure,” said Silas.
As he came back in from the garage, he could hear his parents whispering loudly.
“So what are you saying?” asked his mother.
“I’m saying I don’t think it’s safe to go out right now. You saw on the news. They’re everywhere,” he said.
“It’s not like we’re any safer here than we would be at your mother’s house.”
“It’s not her house that I’m worried about. It’s the drive over. We just can’t risk it. Not with them being this close.”
She sighed. “You’re right. I guess we don’t really have a choice, do we?”
“We might have a better chance in the morning.” Silas heard them walking toward the living room and pretended that he was just getting in from the garage. “Alright, kids,” his dad shouted. “I’ve got good news and bad news. The bad news is we aren’t going to be able to go to Grandma’s tonight. The good news is, we’re going to have movie night! Ellie, why don’t you help mom pick out a movie while Silas and I make the popcorn.”
Ellie bounced out of her room, grabbed her mom by the hand and practically dragged her to the movie cabinet. Silas and his dad went into the kitchen.
As he was passing the window by the front door, something caught Silas’s eye. He looked out to see the silhouette of a group of people walking very slowly down the street. Silas looked to his father to see him staring gravely at the same group. “Dad? Are they . . . ?”
His dad responded by slowly reaching over and flipping off the porch light. “Let’s just get through tonight and worry about that tomorrow, ok?”
Silas nodded. “Ok, Dad.”