If you have read or watched the news over the past few days, you’ve likely heard about the Miami attack on Ronald Poppo, a 65-year-old homeless man who had his face savagely ripped off in an attack by 31-year-old Rudy Eugene. Investigators suspect that Eugene was high on “bath salts” but will only know for sure once his toxicology reports come back. (He was killed by police during the attack.)
Perhaps you’ve also heard about Alexander Kinyua, a 21-year-old Morgan State University student who has admitted to murdering Kujoe Bonsafo Agyei-Kodie, his roommate at his parent’s home and then eating part of his brain and all of his heart. No motive or mention of drugs in that case, but it has been reported that in February, Kinyua asked his Facebook friends if they were “strong enough to endure ritual HBCU mass human sacrifices around the country and still be able to function as human beings.”
What about Luka Rocco Magnotta, a Canadian porn actor, who police believe killed a man in Montreal, videotaped dismembering his body and then mailed parts of his victim to various places including the Conservative Party of Canada headquarters in Ottawa?
These horrific events have been our headlines for the past week and they have led many to ask if the Zombie Apocalypse is upon us. Yes, you read that right. I did say zombie. The CDC apparently got so many questions about it that on Thursday, they officially said that there are no such things as zombies.
When my daughters first told me about the “zombie apocalypse” notes popping up all over their Facebooks, my first thought, admittedly, was along the lines of how kids can take the horrid and make it so ridiculous that it becomes more “novelty” and “joke” than tragic. I was outraged on behalf of the victims and their families that their life-changing tragedies had been turned into a big joke.
But then God opened my eyes a little wider and I saw the “bigger picture.” I saw that it isn’t kids being cruel; it’s people trying to take the horrible, the tragic, the unfathomable and the atrocious and make it more acceptable. Think about it. Think back to when you were young. If someone had told you that even one of these events had happened, how would you wrap your mind around that much evil? If you, as a young person, had faced it head on, acknowledging to yourself that something that horrible could happen, that someone capable of that much evil could be sitting in a classroom with you, unknown those around you, would you have been able to live life normally?
That led me to wondering how things will be in the last days when the antichrist enters the world. Will, in the days of his reign, people see what he’s doing as so unbelievable and far-fetched that they make it a punchline? As he gains his following through counterfeit miracles, signs and wonders, will those who see them as fake be spoofed on website’s listing the (haha) “Devil Watchers” (hehe)? Will the government that he rules issue an “official no devil” notice?
We don’t know when the end of the age will come. In Mark 13, Jesus tells us “But concerning that day or that hour, no one knows, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father. Be on guard, keep awake. For you do not know when the time will come.” If we refuse to admit that evil lives among us now, in its limited capacity, how can we possibly be prepared for the ultimate evil then?
The atrocious is never acceptable. No amount of window dressings or laugh tracks can make it anything other than what it is … evil. The monsters under the bed that we feared as children aren’t real (and never were), but the monsters that walk among us, undetected until they make the national news, are and the ultimate evil, the “son of perdition” who the Bible tells us will show up one day – he’s real too. If we only manage to cope with the “little evil” of today by turning it into a sideshow, we will stand no chance of recognizing the “big evil” at the end.