...and the Kingdom lesson I learned from it...her.
On several occasions, over the past 6 months, I have had a close encounter with a kind woman who claims - in all seriousness - to be an Extra-Terrestrial.
No, she’s not a little green woman.
No, she doesn’t have webbed fingers, a split tongue or a reptilian ridge over her eyes.
Though she mentions, with all seriousness, the spacecraft she had to relocate from deep beneath the waters of the Corpus Christi coast (too much US Navy activity there, she said) and has a fancy name for her species and the planet she hails from, she isn’t nuts; no more than most of the “sane” earthlings I’ve met over the years. In fact, she’s a kind, funny, loving grandmother, mother and wife whose family is in 100% agreement with her story. Truth is, I look forward to our occasional lunch meetings.
Though I wasn’t at all sure about her when she made her initial claim of alien-human hybridism, I have since enjoyed speaking with her about everything else under the sun (and beyond it) while she makes no more mention of her “little secret” than most “normal” people do their own private and personal selves, until or unless she’s asked.
Whether you believe in UFO’s (like I do - from experience), or you think she’s certifiable (please don’t jump to conclusions), fact is, I’ve learned a great deal about myself from talking to this woman.
For starters, I’ve learned that I can love people - without judging them - at a deeper level than I’d ever thought possible. It’s an answer to prayer, actually.
I wasn’t counting on God revealing ANYTHING to me through this relationship. After all, I’m the “minister” and I was supposed to be the one “shining the light.” Uh huh.
Also, I’ve recognized that, whether Christian, Martian, or Muslim, my sole responsibility is to show others the love, compassion and acceptance of Christ in me, the hope of glory. They’ll get attracted to that kind of love and acceptance and that just MIGHT open a door that may have been ajar far too long. Too often, in the past, all folks ever got from me was preaching, repulsive judgmentalism, brow-beating, spiritual classifying, choosing whether or not they “measured-up,” and deciding whether or not they were worth my precious time (and my mega-church exalted me as a soul-winning Superstar. Laughable).
Trust me, if God created it, it’s worth loving.
Too often, even my relationships with other Believers were shattered over what both parties claimed to believe. My goodness! Theological pugilism... Christian vs. Christian right in front of God and everybody.
What a mess The Church has made of the way others perceive what we claim we’ve found in Christ. Truth is, we’re making more atheists than disciples and losing more of our members out the back door than we really want to know about!
It’s all about the Brotherhood of man and the Fatherhood of God. Think about this. Pray about it. As one who has had his mind renewed in regard to a whole lot of the standard fare The Church has been dishing out over the years, like me, you may find the 1700-year old “prescribed way” has not been working as well as we thought it was (where’s all the fruit?) and that there is a NEW way of doing this stuff that’s simply out of this world.
I must admit, it was the title more than anything that made me read this article and I was just expecting a cute funny story that would make me smile. I found more... and less.
I like your message here: "If God made it, it's worth loving." I think that's a great point and one that I all too often forget about. I think your way of communicating it was very imaginitive (though I'm still not sure whether or not to take you seriously). My only criticism is that you need to develop the story itself a bit more, not just the point. Who is this woman? How did you meet her, How did she teach you these lessons? Of course, this could just be my curiosity talking. Anyway, it's very well written!
Michael, I enjoyed the story. I do believe the problem with the church thought, is that it needs to get back to being the Church in Acts! The church today has no power! The church should be an active demostration of Gods power, but yet there is none! Why? Have we left our first love? Since you are a pastor of a mega church, is the power of God flowing through it and changing peoples lives? Are the sick being healed, the hungry being fed, souls being saved? Is the power of the Holy Spirit shaking your building, as He fills your flock with His power? If not, why?