Story Start—’Tired Old Man’

He walks alone through a small town on a bitter cold night in January. He marches slowly down the sidewalk, dragging one leg, pulling a luggage cart full of objects that look just as worn out and ready to die as he does.

He wears a dingy wool cap over oily, lifeless, dirty blond and grey specked hair. Strands of his beard stick out sideways, seemingly unaffected by gravity. He wears the standard uniform of the street native. Overcoat. Ripped pants, couple sizes too big. Fingerless gloves, used to be one color, now several. Tired old work boots.

Back when he was a young man, in the time when Jesus walked the earth, he used to enjoy the company of people. He’d sit for hours and talk story, laughing so loud people a quarter mile away would ask him the next day what was so funny.

Those days are long gone. After two thousand plus years life has lost a little of its succor, its zest, its willingness for him to be part of it. Which is why he has to find the boy, his final payment for freedom from this earthly cage, one last job before he can finally feel the welcome embrace of death’s warm hands.

Alright, your turn! Who is this guy? Where’s he at? What’s his mission? Who’s the boy (or girl, or dog, or whatever)? I’ve got my theories, but I’d love to hear yours.

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Aliens on christianity p.2

This post is part of a series. Here’s part one.

Before they killed him he had been hanging out with a posse, like in the cowboy movies.

What?

No, they didn’t ride horses.

Well, no they didn’t go around shooting people.

No, no guns at all actually. Okay, maybe it wasn’t like the cowboy movies, but they were still like a posse.

Anyway, he taught them a lot of stuff and after he got killed, they started going and telling everyone he had un-died.

I know.

No, humans don’t normally un-die. It was just as shocking a thing to say to them as it is to you now.

Well, they started meeting together, the humans who believed he had un-died. And they started living differently than everyone else. They treated everyone else who believed just like family. They shared their stuff so no was hungry or cold or without anything they needed.

What’s that?

Oh, right. Well, they said he had left, that he had gone to retake his place as God, or as a part of the three-member family of God. I know, it sounds weird, but just listen.

These ones who believed about Jesus talked about him all the time. And they claimed God was showing them new things, about how to live and about the world, even about the future.

Over time these humans who believed were everywhere. Some of their rulers got angry and killed some of them because they were telling everyone no one was better than anyone else and the rulers didn’t like that.

Eventually it changed from a little underground group of radical thinkers to an accepted and influential part of society.

Well, most societies.

It kind of moved around, like a virus. It would die off in one area and explode in another, get snuffed out there and spread somewhere else. Because it began in one of the most heavily trafficked little pieces of land on the planet, it went everywhere.

Aliens on christianity p.1

This post is part of a series. Here’s part two.

Listen kids, says the little green alien.

I’m going to tell you a story.

There’s this planet I went to once called Earth. That’s the planet where I got those cool cowboy movies with the guns and horses. Remember?

Yeah, I love Clint Eastwood too, but just listen.

There’s people on Earth – they call themselves humans. Well, these people would have all killed each other intentionally or accidentally years ago, if it wasn’t for one of them called Jesus.

What?

No.

JEEE-ZUS.

Well, if you’d stop talking you’d hear it the first time.

Anyway, a while back, before they learned about germs and internal combustion engines, he spent a few years talking to some humans about their god and how they should live.

I used to think their god was different than ours, but now I think they might have the same God as us, just with different names.

Jesus talked to them about being just as concerned with the well-being of their fellow humans as their own. And that no one is better or higher or closer to their god than anybody else. And they should love God completely.

So they killed him.