October just started yesterday, and it is Halloween already. I suppose Easter is Zombie Jesus Day, but I cannot resist reminding my readers about zombie Jesus each Halloween. Halloween is a day when many Christians might watch a zombie flick and squeal in fear without realizing that their religion centers on zombie worship. Sure, a decomposing Jesus does not actually eat their brains, but the mind virus that is Christianity certainly seems capable of rotting the brains it infects.
I also cannot resist noting that every day is Halloween for Christians. After all, they imagine angels and demons at war for their "souls," and worship assorted spirits with which they claim to be able to communicate. How strange it must be to inhabit such a world!
There is absolutely nothing wrong with using Halloween as an excuse to suspend one's disbelief in monsters, ghosts, etc. long enough to get a tingle of fear. I don't know about you, but I love the sensation of being freaked out like that once in awhile. I'll even go so far as to admit that this sort of fear is one of the things I occasionally miss about being a Christian. I watch countless horror films in pursuit of that tingle (and also because I love the genre).
There is something cathartic about how horror can force us to confront our own mortality. No, most of us are not going to die with some cool contraption from the Saw films on our heads, but we are going to die. And when we do, we are not going to return to devour brains like Jesus. Still, it is fun to imagine this stuff from time to time. At least we know it is not real.