Paddy Ponders Space Aliens
By Pastor Jim Allen, ThD candidate
Paddy trotted into Pastor Jim’s
workspace, his claws clicking a frantic, Morse-code rhythm on the hardwood.
He stopped dead in his tracks, his nose twitching as he scanned the room. The
air was vibrating… literally. The Beach Boys’ “Good Vibrations” was
blaring from the desk speakers, that eerie, high-pitched “woo-oo-oo” of the
electro-theremin filling the room with a sound that felt like it was beamed in
from a flying saucer. No wonder Miss Mary, the Church secretary, had her
earplugs in!
Now, Pastor Jim’s office was
usually a bit cluttered with half-finished sermons, multiple projects, and fiber optic diagrams, but today it was
messier than usual—which, as any dog knows, means it was a total disaster zone.
This is how Pastor Jim worked, his mind no doubt looked like his office, piles
of thoughts and projects to get done all at once!
Every available inch of wall space
and floor space was covered. There were sketches of “Grey” entities with
oversized eyes, diagrams of glowing football-shaped craft, and maps of the
stars taped right next to portraits of the grandkids. Books were stacked like
towers ready to topple, and papers were fluttering in the draft from the
window. Paddy looked around, his head tilting as he tried to make sense of the
chaos.
Paddy’s eyes darted to the desk,
where he noticed the laptop was open. On the screen, grainy infrared clips of
UAPs were running in a continuous loop, objects zig-zagging at impossible
speeds and then vanishing into thin air, timed perfectly to the rising whistle
of the music.
“Yikes!” Paddy barked over the
synth-line, jumping back a step. “Dad, are you all right??? Between the wall
art, the light show on your computer, and this space-age music, I’m starting to
worry. I know you’ve been working on that dissertation about signs and
metaphors, but these signs look like they’re from the wrong side of the galaxy.
Have you finally spent too much time in the Hebrew lexicon and snapped?”
I leaned back in my chair, pushing
aside a stack of notes and books from Astrophysicist Dr. Hugh Ross.
“I’m fine, Paddy. I don’t believe
in space aliens,” I said.
Paddy’s head cocked so far it
nearly hit his shoulder. “You don’t?”
“Nope.”
“Why?” Paddy asked, his tail
giving a confused flick.
“Because I understand physics,” I
replied. “Although I have some theories about dogs and cats as an invasive
species,” I said, smiling at Paddy.
He gave a playful huff. “Hey,
watch it, Dad. I’m a domestic treasure, not an invader. But if you don’t
believe in space aliens, what’s with the command center?”
“All these pictures and clips are
ideas I’m getting to prepare a brochure and a poster for my new Bible study
class called “Close Encounters of the God Kind.” With all the noise in
the news lately about declassifying UFO files, I want the congregation to
be grounded. We’re going to look at the Christian and biblical view of Aliens,
UFOs, and UAPs. It’s exactly like it says in Ephesians 6:12: ‘For our
wrestling is not against flesh and blood, but against the principalities,
against the powers, against the world’s rulers of the darkness of this age, and
against those real evil spiritual forces of wickedness in the heavenly places.’”
“Whaaat?” Paddy’s ears went
horizontal. “You’re bringing the little green men into the sanctuary? Is there
even enough room in the pews for those big heads?”
“Paddy, don’t be like a lot of
folks who get their theology from the movies like Independence Day,” I
warned him. “It was a great movie, but it’s not good theology. It’s not about
welcoming visitors from another planet to the potluck, Paddy. It’s about
discernment. I don’t want people to be gullible or easily led astray. The Enemy
is the master of the ‘Black Flag’ operations, creating distractions or a false
threats to lead the flock away from the Truth. If the world starts screaming ‘Aliens!’
the Church needs to know if we’re actually looking at those ‘spiritual
forces’ the Apostle Paul warned us about.”
Paddy sat down, still eyeing a
sketch of a translucent orb. “So... spiritual warfare with a high-tech coat of
paint? Clever! But wait, I heard Mom telling the grandkids that your Mom was an
alien. Is that why we have so many weird gadgets in the house? I mean, I’ve
seen some of those fiber optic sensors you tinker with, and they look like they
belong on a starship. And frankly, Dad, some of the grandkids seem a little ‘otherworldly’
themselves when they get going.”
I laughed out loud. “Paddy, my
Mom was Canadian. Although, I have always had my suspicions about the
Canadians. In any event, Mom had a ‘Green Card,’ and she definitely wasn’t
green. And as for the grandkids, that’s just the Allen energy, though I’ve
always told the kids that we Allens are only a vowel away from being Aliens. It’s
in the DNA.”
Paddy rolled his eyes so hard he
nearly tipped over. “Dad, that’s a ‘groaner’ even by ‘Dad joke’ standards.
But I get it. We need to sift the info. Especially since I’m staying here with
Grandma Carol while you head across the pond. I don’t want to be looking for
UFOs over the roof when I should be guarding the backyard.”
“Can I come to the study when you
get back?” Paddy asked, his tail giving a hopeful wag. “Because I have a lot of
questions. Like, if these things move at 20,000 miles per hour and then just
stop, do they have really good seatbelts, or are they just breaking the rules
of the road?”
“You’re always welcome, Paddy,” I
said. “And hopefully, we’ll have the answers. We’ll look at Hugh Ross
and how he explains the ‘physics of the impossible.’ He argues that these UAPs
might be RTVs (Residual Thermal Venues), manifestations that move
through extra-dimensional space. Since God created more than just the three
dimensions we see, these ‘travelers’ might be stepping in and out of our
time-space from a higher dimension. They don’t need seatbelts because they aren’t
always ‘physical’ in the way we think.
Paddy’s eyes widened. “Higher
dimensions? So, they’re like spiritual ninjas?”
“Not exactly, Paddy,” I said
firmly, looking him in the eye. “I believe they are fallen angelic-type
beings called lower elohim. What people think are visitors from
another planet are actually the ‘rulers of the darkness’ that Dr. Michael
Heiser talks about. Heiser’s thoughts regarding the Divine Council
suggest that what we call ‘aliens’ are often the same elohim (el-o-heem;
gods) the ancients encountered. They aren’t from another planet; they are from
the Unseen Realm, and their ‘ABC,’ their Astral Baptism of Culture
agenda, is to convince us that they are our creators so we’ll stop looking to
the One true God who actually made the stars.”
Paddy let out a low whistle. “So,
Ross says they’re skipping through dimensions, and Heiser says they’re trying
to hijack the Divine Council’s seat? This isn’t a sci-fi movie, Dad. This is a
cosmic turf war!”
“Exactly,” I said. “And when I get
back from Europe, we’re going to help the Church understand what these
entities really are.”
“So, Dad,” Paddy asked, his tail
wagging with a sudden burst of administrative curiosity, “what do people have
to do to sign up for this course?”
I adjusted my glasses and looked
over the stacks of paper. “It’s simple, Paddy. They just have to call up Miss
Mary in the Church Office and say, ‘I want to sign up for the course
on Close Encounters of the God Kind, and Mary will sign them up.” It
is open to the community. Here is a prototype of the brochures for the course.
Paddy perused the brochure…
🚀 Upcoming Bible Study Series:
“Principalities and Propulsion:
Sifting the Unseen Realm from the UAP Mystery”
The Curriculum Highlights:
- The Heiser Protocol: Decoding the Divine Council. We’ll
discuss his thoughts regarding the “Mount Hermon” incident and how
rebellious spiritual entities use technology as a mask.
- The Ross Multi-Verse: Exploring the Testability of
Extra-Dimensions. How the Creator of c (the speed of light)
maintains sovereignty over the 10+ dimensions these UAPs seem to inhabit.
- Black Flag Awareness: How the Church can spot a spiritual “psy-op”
designed to undermine the authority of Scripture (Ephesians 6:12).
- Angels Unawares: Differentiating between a holy messenger, a
fallen entity, and a traveler from Toronto.
Paddy stood up, his mind spinning
faster than a fiber optic signal. He decided he needed a break from the cosmic
deep-dive, so he padded down the hall to check on Grandma Carol, who was always
working on some sort of craft.
He entered the Church
kitchen, but stopped short. Grandma Carol turned around, beaming with pride.
Grandma was wearing a bright, crinkly tin foil hat perched perfectly
between her ears.
“What do you think, Paddy?” she
asked, adjusting a stray piece of foil. “I’m making a craft for Grandpa’s new Bible
study class.”
Paddy stared at the shiny
headgear, then at the infrared clips still faintly audible from the office, and
finally at the ceiling.
“I think I will go back to sleep
and dream about squirrels,” Paddy mumbled to himself, turning around and
trotting toward his favorite rug. “At least squirrels are three-dimensional and
mostly local. If Grandma and Dad are this crazy in their seventies, what will
they be like in their eighties? No one said Trinity Evangelical Church was a
boring place.”
Pastor Jim Allen is the shepherd of Trinity Evangelical
Church in Mount Vernon. Pastor Jim invites you to come and learn more about the
Bible and even SPACE ALIENS. Join us
each Sunday morning worship at 10:10AM. Starting on Sunday, May 24th
at 8am we will begin our Church on the River services at River Bend Park. Bring
your dogs, pets, and even your in-laws! If you meet a SPACE ALIEN, invite them
as well! Canadians are welcome too!
No comments:
Post a Comment