(March 3, 2011 at 7:01 am)tackattack Wrote: It probably has more to do with Zombies like KN posted, than Christianity. Most Christians have used the phrase shake the living, but only in polemics, not in an apologetics or evangalistic sense. I've not known or ever used the wake the dead. The majority of Christianity I've experienced believes that dead is dead. You wouldn't find biblical basis with the regard to the dead except for talking to the dead and ressurection. I don't think it's Christian based, IMO. Perhaps you as an atheist see it in that sense, because of your selective observation?
Two things: One, this is Northeast Georgia. Two, I think the wake the dead part is about waking the dead in Christ since unbelievers are supposedly spiritually dead. I also thought I saw some kind of religious picture beside it. I'll try to get another gander at it soon. The likelihood that it's about zombies in Georgia ... slim to nill, imo. lol
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We have lingered in the chambers of the sea | By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown | Till human voices wake us, and we drown. — T.S. Eliot
"... man always has to decide for himself in the darkness, that he must want beyond what he knows. ..." — Simone de Beauvoir
"As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself—so like a brother, really—I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again." — Albert Camus, "The Stranger"
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We have lingered in the chambers of the sea | By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown | Till human voices wake us, and we drown. — T.S. Eliot
"... man always has to decide for himself in the darkness, that he must want beyond what he knows. ..." — Simone de Beauvoir
"As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself—so like a brother, really—I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again." — Albert Camus, "The Stranger"
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