The Dead Flies: One Step Ahead of the Zombies (An allegory)


Things change and that is constant. The Lord has put on my heart to take on less things and put my best into a few things. With that thought I began digging around in some of the old stories, poems, and ideas that have been in some dead files. You know, there is a time to clean out things out and let folks read them. This story is one of them.  I am not a big zombie fan (my oldest son is) but there are a lot of analogies to life, death, and the afterlife associated with the living dead.  This is a little longer than my normal post so I hope you will hang into the end.



Zombie 5




G.P. Avants


It’s a horrible smell: The aftermath of the living dead. Finn Borland peers out of the dirty window shades and shudders at the scene before him.  Life around Finn had changed. Colors are muted, fading into degrees of black and white. Distrust and paranoia seal up doors of houses and hearts.  How did it come to this? Is the question that is on everyone’s lips.

The truth is the seed for this human carnage had been around for ages. It just took a disaster like this one to scatter the spores.  Some say it was lurking in our DNA waiting for an opportunity to pounce.  We created our own worst nightmare.

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In no time Finn starts to see the effects of the disease. He watches it in the eyes of people on the street as they went about their day.  One day Finn is looking into the eyes of innocent children, the next deadness is glazing over them.

Horrible! It’s bad enough to see grown adults succumb to this living death but to see children was a crime that I can’t fully-express. Finn tries to walk past without it affecting him but the horror of it burns down into his bones.

Zombie people

What was odder than strangers becoming the living dead?  It was when it seeps into Finn’s friendships. He sits down to coffee with an acquaintance who, until not to long ago, was a close friend.  There are engaging in this very subject when something abruptly changes. His buddy never takes a sip of the latte he orders. It is something in the way he carries himself, a crackling dryness to his words, which signals things are changing.  Needless to say, Finn makes a fast escape from that sidewalk café.

Zombie 1

However, the spear that truly pierces Finn’s heart is during Thanksgiving dinner.  The infection isn’t shared through the generous spread, but in the laconic attitude of a few close family members. The normal jabbing and ribbing takes a turn that makes Finn’s jaw drop. Hateful words are thrown like daggers. If they could consume each other with fire, they would have.  No one left with any leftovers from that feast. Finn and his immediate family loses their appetites.  They all had horrible memories of that once bountiful celebration. Someone is hungering for things unnatural.

There is never any news broadcast announcing the epidemic. Finn thinks someone would have enough brains left to cry havoc.

Nope, I guess those of us not infected have to wisen up and decide how we have to handle this catastrophe. It’s funny how the more you see the subtle signs in people, the easier it is to classify them. (Hm, maybe funny isn’t the best choice of words).

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Those who are still somewhat sane take on a defensive posture against the average person on the street. Finn doesn’t want to admit it but he has become more isolated and mistrusting.  How many average people are sinking to levels like these? He thinks about the cold icy finger of fear slowly working its way towards the last piece of the living: their heart. Finn realizes these have become perilous times for all.

The newscaster’s plastic smile doesn’t cover the meaner undertones. The clerk at the store is robotically ringing up Finn’s milk, cereal, and huge purchase of batteries. She stares a moment too long.  Finn sits on his porch checking his survival gear and observes a sweet-looking granny walking her four yappy snitzerdoodles. Finn holds his heart. What he hears coming from those wrinkled lips made him almost evacuate myself like the little doggies did. What a mouth that lady had.

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That’s when Finn takes his family, leaves everything behind, and takes to the road. The four of them, oh, six including their pets, leave in tears. First Finn’s hometown town, then his state shrinks away in the rear view mirror. What are we doing? I can’t tell you exactly. I do know we are afraid of everything and everyone.  Where are we going? Anywhere but here…or here…or there.

The mindless wanderers pop up in every town Finn stops in for gas then quickly flees out of.  They have no rest outside or inside themselves. The family find others who still have their wits about them, but they have no clue what they were doing either. Those who have their minds and hearts intact, fear being attacked. Those who have lost their minds wander about trying to satisfy their pointless condition. It has become a cat and mouse game to many.

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That’s how Finn and family end up barricaded in this house cut off from everything.  They pray for some answer, some direction. It is the most helpless situation they have ever faced.How are we to survive this? What kind of future would we have if the whole world lived…(ah, I guess live)… as the living dead?

They eat their meals, try to hold each other tight, however always with that nagging apprehension in their midst.  One night as they tiny family sits by the glow of a little portable TV set watching on old movie, Finn’s daughter catches his eye. There is a deep sadness in that pair of green eyes that he hadn’t stopped to notice before.

“Honey, what are you thinking about?”

She smiles.

“You look sad.”

“I am.” Her honesty shook Finn up a little.

“Is it because we are in this situation?”

Slowly she shakes her head. “No, we have food to eat, we have a place to live, and we have each other.”

“That’s true.”

“I know we have God watching over us too.” Finn wags his head. He had a sneaking suspicion where this is going. His wife and son soon turn their attention towards them.

“I am sad for the people outside.” She licks her lips. “They don’t know they are dead. They are looking for life, but haven’t found it yet.”

Finn realizes his daughter’s words are simple yet elegantly cut like a precision instrument. His heart feels that same peeling raw pain that she is voicing.  She quietly goes back to the family movie night but Finn’s mind races.

Though the night is cold and bitter a fire began to burn Finn inside. He takes a heartfelt mental inventory. They have food enough for the winter. They can easily drive to and from any destination and close the doors leaving the world and its mounting problems outside. The little family is comfortable in their own little world ,but truly more isolated than an island in a sea of hungry humanity. This isn’t life either, no matter how safe we feel. The flicker of understanding dawns:  To ignore the people outside is to already be one step closer to being one of the walking dead.


In those moments of quiet contemplation Finn finally gets the answer. More than that, God reveals the cure. He slaps myself like the big dummy that Finn feels he has become.

Maybe it was the effects of the disease but I know that I had been cured of my own deadness years before.  I had been given THE cure. It was my job to share that hope. I just forgot that was why I was here. That was why everyone who was still in their right mind, the few of us left, were still here.

With trembling hands, Finn says a prayer with my family. He unlocks the seven different forms of locks and security devices. With a slow gaping yawn the front door opens. In the light of a beautiful morning, with a Bible in his hand, Finn walks right up to a group of lost souls. What fear he has melts the moment they stare face to face.



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Was I Clear or Did I Babble On?

babble Hindu


Why do we have so many religions in the world and yet only have one God?  Every one of them states that they are the way to Heaven and eternal life or a version of a blissful everlasting life.

babble on Indian

Let’s jump back to the Tower of Babel? Have you heard about this one of a kind building project way back in the early years?  Mankind got an idea to not listen to God’s direction for them. With one language and one mind, they united for one purpose to build a tower straight to Heaven. It sounds like they wanted to be a brotherhood of man without a relationship with the creator of all things. The tower pointed out this fact, then God made His. He gave them diverse languages. This broke up this unhealthy world system to the four corners of the earth.  Mankind broke up into language groups and thus the nations began. They called that now abandoned tower Babel or Babble, because no one understood their languages any  more. It was just a crazy idea that was bound to fail from the beginning.


Babble On

Yet, God did something to remind mankind that without Him nothing will ever be whole.

11 He has made everything [a]appropriate in its time. He has also set eternity in their heart, [b]yet so that man will not find out the work which God has done from the beginning even to the end.

                                               Ecclesiastes 3:11

Man tried to make his life right and whole to please God. We call this religion. Every culture has one and in some ways religions try to recreate their own version of God and man’s relationship.  Again, this is man-made so it falls short of the real thing.


Babble On Mormon

There are pieces of truth for example:

The American Indians see their responsibility to care for all of God’s creation. It all works in a greater harmony with man as the caretaker.

The Mormons understand the importance of family and community. They also value hard work and being industrious with their goods.

The Hindus understand the spiritual world and that there powers hat are unseen by men’s eyes.

The Muslims see the effects of sin and how it divides men from God. They have no tolerance for wrong and are militant in the defense of their faith.

The Jews have seen the heart of God and the seed that would eventually unite men again.

babble on

So, is there any hope for this broken race of people? If we truly know our Creator, then you know He is all about relationship. Of course the Lord had a plan every before it all began, That is why He is so awesome! God set the stage for men to see why a man-made religion doesn’t work, and people are only complete with a personal relationship initiated by God Himself. That’s a good thing. What God made is the real thing so it has proven true generation after generation.

Jesus and Children


God, in His Wisdom introduced the key to Heaven’s door, the missing piece of the puzzle; the very glue that puts all the broken pieces back together.  It goes right into the very center of all human lives. The real part of them that will live forever: their eternal soul. The part of them that knows who they are and who God is. That piece is cross shaped and can only be filled with the Jesus who connects all the broken pieces of man-made religions.

Babble On Hope

The beauty is when all those broken pieces come back together, there isn’t a basis for being religious, but having a restored relationship that God intended from the very beginning. There is a tower that rises to Heaven. It is made of simple wood, a powerful sacrifice, and a promise that love conquers all.


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The Net

Not net

By G. P. Avants


He lay down a cord,

A strong earthy rope,

Soiled yet, smelling

Of Heavenly places.

They looked at Him

As he motioned for them,

To lay down

The cords

They all possessed.

Their cords were slim

Fragile, compared

To His.

Yet, He assured them

It would work.


The secret

Was to bind their lines

To the unbreakable one.

The found a network


Their threads grew

Tighter and stronger,

Closer to each other

And closer to their

Leader’s prototype.


They soon taught

Others how to

Bind into this creation.

The net began to take shape.

It grew in intricacy

And readiness;

The time had come

To test it out.


Funny, the Master said

They would rescue fish

With this net,

Not catch and eat,

Not even catch and release,

Rather to bring

The floundering ones



These fish,

Were lost souls

In the sea of humanity.

These fishermen became

These fishers of men.

When they brought their catch

Before the Lord.

They witnessed a wiggling, squiggling,

Bounty of saved souls

Ready to begin a new life,

Unlike any they could ever imagine

In that deep, dark sea,




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Loving the Enemy 



By G.P. Avants


I am watching a scene from the Mummy 2, that really has tugged at my heart and mind. Rick O’Connell and the Mummy, Imhotop are both clinging for life on the edge of a pit of souls. Rick’s love, Evelyn reaches for him and pulls him to safety.  The Mummy looks to his woman, Anck Su to save him. They lock eyes for a moment, but in fear she runs to save her own life. The look in his eyes told you that this woman, whom he had risked everything for, didn’t return his love. To this day I don’t if Imhotop lost his grip or his heart broke causing his to be pulled down by the hands of the dead.



It was the look in his eyes that really got to me. The bad guy in the end was lost forever. He finally saw the truth in the end but by that time, it was too late.

Te Mummy

I think when we are faced with our struggles of right and wrong, we see the enemy differently. Maybe seeing that if someone showed them the love and grace you have been shown, maybe they will turn back from the dark side?


The Mummy Patience

As a writer, I use examples like these to give my character’s depth and character. I love to see the enemy get a chance to be redeem themselves and maybe even makes steps to undo the damage they caused. What’s great about this is how the protagonist’s life changes as well. Their hearts have to move and deepen, by seeing their antagonist change before their lives.

Though these are fictional stories isn’t this how real life really works if God is allowed the be part of the story? When we learn I actually feel compassion for those who hate us, I feel like we are closer to understanding the love of Jesus firsthand.



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Chronolocity Vol 1: Meet Levy Roarke

Have you ever had a passion of something you feel called to do? You have the next great idea or you have a dream of doing something that will change the world? Then you know what making history means. Let me share with you a story that has been in the works for a few […]

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When Words Aren’t…There 



By G. P. Avants

“In quietness and confidence shall be your strength.”

                                           Isaiah 30:15 



“There are moments that can change a person forever,” Bilbo Baggins whispered to himself. Before him a sea of forest of called Mirkwood, rippled with a bracing breeze and a flock of butterflies. He was no longer the same hobbit when he left home months before. Sometimes we experience times in our lives when words can’t truly express what our heart is feeling. Or maybe quiet is the appropriate response when words can spoil a moment’s uniqueness.


Okay, compared to most guys I tend to be a chatty Kathy. Maybe I have ideas or opinions bouncing around in my head that long to be formed into spoken words. It could also be a desire to connect with another person or to fill the awkward silence that fills the empty spaces surrounding us. So, for many years I had often built conversions with useless facts, rambling thoughts, and sadly, sack loads of self-promoting syllables. It sounds terrible to think that I might have abused words that may have been saved for more important occasions.


Then I learned about the beauty of silence and enjoying moments that words can’t describe. I thank my wife for teaching me how to relish the quiet drive, the turn of a page, or sitting scratching a patient pet’s head. Did you know that most people’s communication is 10% verbal and 90% non-verbal?  I have to catch myself crossing my arms while in a conversation. That is body language for “stay away, I need my space.” It’s easy to say one thing and express the real meaning with our actions. How do I use the majority of my communication that don’t need to come from my mouth?


Over the past few years I have learned to be comfortable with not being the center of a conversation. It’s nice to sit back and listen to what others are talking about. I don’t always have to throw in my two cents. (I am learning to let those words accrue and bank for later.) Writing has been a better outlet for the plethora of ideas filling up my restless brain. Taking in a moment for its sheer enjoyment is another use of communication. I think of a drive we once took up the coast of California. We sat in silence and took in those seaside vistas of the highway. When I have one of those days at work I pull put that moment and remind myself that God is in control.


Can I also share some pictures that don’t needs words to express their importance? These are from our recent trip to Arches National Park.











There are times when there isn’t a lot of conversation in our home. It still bugs the verbalizer in me. Yet, my wife appreciates me sitting with her with a foot rub without any reason why but to say silently, I love you. This could also apply to doing the dishes, vacuuming, or washing the car without a word.


Talkers I challenge you to work on that other 90% of your communication to others. Give that hug, do those dishes          (without the mumbling or grumbling) or let a smile let a stranger know they aren’t alone on the world.


Do you have silent moments that don’t need words to declare its specialness? Drop a picture and share it with us.


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“Can I have a word with a you?”

By G.P. Avants 

Words are amazing things. They are powerful whether spoken, written, or even thought about. One of these days I would love to do a study of how words are real and living things, moreover how they remind us to use them wisely. 

This piece is just a few examples of how I have seen the power of words affect people and the circumstances around them. 

God made all things with His words. He spoke all creating with the words, “Let there be…” 

His name is the Great I AM. That means He is, God has being, and is the source of life. Just being means God is eternal and not limited by time or space. When he made man he called them human beings. 


To Be. 

I Am 

We Are. 

We are literally state of being verbs. Verbs are action and action denotes life. We are not God, but we are made in His image. If He put words into us, we have something powerful right in the tip of our tongues. Whew, think about that before you speak your next words. 

Have you ever heard and seen this? 

You speaks encouraging words to others and watch their faces light up and their hearts lighten.

“You are beautiful.”

“Thanks for being my friend.”

“Have courage it’s going to get better.”

How about the inverse? Can the power of words be turned against people? It creates a whole different atmosphere in the room. 

“I hate you!” 

“You are worthless and weak.”

“Why were you ever born?”

Things happen to people. Words can either build them up from the soul, restore their mind, emotions, even their body can heal. Or you can crush a human being into whatever words you spit out at them. Haven’t you seen this yourself? 

I teach high school. There are three words I tell my kids I don’t want to hear in my classroom: f—, n—-, and b—-. “Why?”They ask. “Everyone uses them so it’s just normal taking,” they tell me. I tell them that some words, by their very use and nature are meant to hurt other people. I teach them about inflammatory words and that they do just that: they are meant to inflame, hurt, and enrage other people. 

There are so statements and promises that if you grab a hold of them can actually manifest themselves in your life. Crazy idea, right? Let’s take a few simple verses from the Bible and see what they can do if you take them to heart. 

“Cast all your care upon Him, for He cares for you.” 1 Peter 5:7

“Don’t worry about anything but pray about everything.”

     Phillipians 4:6

“Be strong and courageous for the Lord your God is with you.”

Joshua 1:9
Each one of these verses could just be nice little words that we read and think them warm fuzzies phrases. Or maybe you have gotten so burned or disillusioned with your life, see a spouse going through cancer, and even doubt your faith? These promises allowed to work in your heart and mind can overcome the worst life can through at you. Just words on a page? It really depends on who spoke them and what power they have to back them up. 

How about one final word. It is a a simple five letter word, yet it has turned the world on its ear. People have found hope with it on their lips, others have used it as a curse word when all hope is lost. This word has humbled the proud, yet lifted up the humble and given them something to be proud of. It has started wars and prevented them. I could go on, but you have probably already guess what this word embodies. It simply brings the Creator of words and their power to life. What is the word? 

The best of them all summed up simply, yet powerfully: 

God with us. 


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