My wife, Peggie and I were out on a date. Mr. big spender had taken her to a coffee shop. But at these prices, I don’t feel the least bit guilty. She was caught up in her paperback quilt-crime novel, I in my Kindle. My e-reader was loaded down with sci-fi novels, prophecy books and an assortment of docs. Of course, several versions of the Bible lived there. I happened to be in my Bible when a young African-American man caught my attention. He wore slacks, a sports coat with shirt and tie. I watched him make what appeared to be a couple of clumsy introductions. After a few entertaining minutes, I returned to my reading.
Eventually, I sensed someone hovering over me. “It’s nice to see people reading,” said the young man. I looked up at him and smiled. “What do you like to read?” I asked. I must have taken him off-script because he didn’t have an answer. I decided to bail him out.
“You ever read the Bible?” I asked, tilting my Kindle toward him. He said that he was a Jehovah witness and dated a Methodist girl (go figure). It wasn’t a real answer, but enough of one that would allow me to make my pitch before he could make his. It may have been a lingering thought from a sci-fi ebook I had been reading earlier that lead me to share Christ with him differently than usual.
Jesus the Alien
“Are you aware that there are billions of stars in our Milky Way Galaxy? There are also billions of galaxies in the universe and even the possibility…probably of a multiverse.” His eyes seemed to grow bigger as he heard the expanse of our existence. “Yet, somewhere out there is the Maker of it all; a Man seated on a throne. He once walked the face of planet earth. One might even call Him the supreme alien.” I paused for a response. Curiosity (or maybe that was bewilderment) swept across his face so I continued.
Now I told him of that man, Jesus, Who came to earth 2,000 years ago; how He died on a cross then rose from the dead. Then to the Jesus of the now Who wants to sit on the throne of our hearts.
The young man finally found his tongue. “Th..that’s all very interesting,” he said.
“Interesting enough to invite Jesus into your life?” I asked.
He reverted back to his religious roots and tried feebly to defend his jw beliefs. Finally he said again that what I shared with him was interesting and possibly we could talk about it another time. He asked me for my phone number. I was reluctant at first, but on the chance that I might actually share Christ with him again, we both exchange numbers.
“What are you selling?” I asked. It was some type of senior citizen investment that sounded shady, so I told him I wasn’t interested. Before we parted ways, Peggie gave him the WWJP tract.
I admit I was surprised when he called me several weeks later. He still wasn’t ready to hear about Jesus. He made one more unsuccessful attempt to sell his product, which I learned was a burial plan.
“I’m not anywhere near ready to die,” I told him. “Besides, I believe that before my 100 planned years arrive, I’ll be caught up alive to meet Jesus in the air.”