It was "Bring My Parent to Middle School" day. Thankfully, lunch was extended that day, because my daughter and I were late for lunch. I was too busy asking the Science teacher a bunch of questions about the stealth helicopter experiments he was doing "on the side" as a Contractor for the government. There wasn't much he could say, except everyone was on a need-to-know basis.
We were the last to step into the main Student lunch room line.
The food smelled delicious! The cafeteria staff had whipped up some lasagna, tossed salad and garlic bread. The walk-in refrigerator, freezer and vending machines constantly hummed, along with the clacking of trays and dishes and silverware as they were washed—and the occasional food worker asking “What-do-you-want?” and were the ONLY sounds. NONE of the students were talking or shouting or laughing. They were all busy texting, and eating—a quiet lunch room—it was more like a library in there.
It was the oddest thing.
I hummed Amazing Grace for a few seconds, then inquired, “So, no one talks in here?”
“Not really, Dad. We text. ”
“Do you text each other?”
“Sometimes, yes. Most of the time we text our friends from other schools.”
“Amazing. Or should I say e-mazing?”
“Way back in the 1900s when I was in school, we actually had fun, talking, joking--oh, and eating too.”
“Very funny, dad. This is the 21st Century. We use Social Media. ”
“Oh, like Facebook...and Twitter?”
“And other sites you probably never heard of.”
“Hummmmm, sounds more like anti-social media, to me. You have your heads buried in your devices, when you have friends sitting all around you.”
“But Dad, I have WAY more friends that just in school!”
“Oh, I know... but what would happen if we lost power for a few days or even weeks, like those poor people did after all the tornados?”
“What do you mean?”
“You would have to actually talk to each other... in person.”
“I can do that.”
"That's because you have a Dad like me who teaches you how to act and be respectful.”
“I know... The 3 Rules: 1. Love God 2. Be respectful. 3. Always tell the truth.”
“Very good, Emma-bear. You remembered.”
“Da-a-a-a-d. Shhhhhh. Don’t call me that in front of my friends.”
“I’m sorry, pumpkin... See?!? no one even looked up. They’re too busy texting.”
That evening Emma excitedly recounted to my wife about the day’s events; especially about how we actually talked to each other in the lunch room. Finally, Emma ran out of energy and asked to go to bed.
“I’m really exhausted, too. It’s time to go to bed. Becky, are you coming?”
“I’m right behind you.”
Within a few minutes, all of us were sound asleep.
It was a calm night; the stars sparkled in the heavens—but there was no moon. The peaceful night was interrupted by a rumbling hum; it started very low at first, then it began to increase as whatever-it-was approached our home. The vibrating hum escalated to the point where our house shook. As, I ran downstairs and burst out the front door into the driveway, there was what looked like a saucer hovering over our subdivision. The UFO sported flashing lights, first red, then blue, then yellow in a repeating sequence. The humming resonated to the point it hurt my ears, and as I covered them with my hands, a beacon of light shone down from the bottom of the saucer.
I watched in horror as some of my neighbors were translated from their houses through the beam of light into the saucer, screaming.
Becky yelled behind me, “Steve, what’s happening out there? What’s going on?”
“I don’t know! I-don’t-know!”
“D-a-a-a-d! Make them stop!”
Abruptly the rumbling hum and the lights cut off. The saucer was gone. There was an eerie silence for a few seconds; then interrupted by sobbing.
“Is this real?”
“Turn on the television.”
I picked up the remote and powered on the T.V.. Every channel was in an Emergency Alert mode.
“My fellow citizens: It is my duty to inform you that millions of Christians were apparently abducted by aliens…”
“I heard about this at school, Dad.”
“My friend was trying to talk me into becoming a Christian. He was telling me something about being raptured away by God before the end of the world.”
“But it isn’t true. God isn’t an alien.”
“Is this a cover up?”
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