aliens

Smiling green alien family with multiple tentacles standing in front of a silver flying saucer spaceship on a rocky alien landscape. — Image generated via AI.

The Zogblat family of Nebulon‑5 had been planning their vacation for years. Zarn (dad), Luma (mom), and their three wiggly hatchlings piled into their shimmering star‑cruiser, snacks packed, tentacles buckled, spirits high.

They were headed for the Andromeda Crystal Caves, a lovely spot with glowing stalactites and only a mild chance of being eaten by cave‑dwelling plasma eels. But before departure, Luma said the fateful words: “Zarn, did you update the Universal Positioning System as I told you?” Zarn puffed out his chest. “Of course I did! I’m not some amateur space navigator.”

He had not updated the UPS. He had, however, accidentally downloaded something called “UPS Earth Edition.” He assumed it stood for Universal Positioning System. He did not know it was a delivery company.

A Wrong Turn at the Horsehead Nebula

Three hours into the trip, the UPS chirped: “In 0.2 light‑years, turn right at… Albuquerque.” Luma squinted. “Zarn… why does the UPS sound like it’s giving directions for a planet we’ve never visited?” Zarn waved her off. “It’s fine. It’s scenic.” The star‑cruiser descended through Earth’s atmosphere, bounced off a billboard for Pearl’s Restaurant, and skidded to a stop in a dusty desert town with a giant green alien statue waving at them. They had arrived in Roswell, New Mexico.

“Wow, They Really Roll Out the Welcome Mat Here”

The Zogblats stepped out of their ship and were immediately greeted by: A gas station selling “Alien Jerky,” a diner offering “Galaxy Burgers,” and a museum dedicated to “The Roswell Incident.” Luma whispered, “Zarn… do they… know about us?” Zarn whispered back, “I don’t think so. I believe they think we’re part of the… theme.”

A tourist snapped a photo with them. Another asked where they bought their “costumes.” A third tried to sell them a T‑shirt that said, “I Got Probed in Roswell.” The Zogblats were horrified. And flattered. And confused.

The UPS Delivers… Chaos

The UPS kept chiming: “Package delivered.” “Package delayed.” “Package rerouted.” Zarn muttered, “Why does it keep talking about packages? We don’t have packages.” Luma crossed her arms. “Because you downloaded the wrong UPS.” Zarn sighed. “Okay, maybe I’m slightly at fault.” The UPS then proudly announced: “You have arrived at your final destination.” Luma said, “Well… maybe we should make the best of it.”

Roswell’s Newest Residents

The Zogblats decided to stay a while. They opened a small business: Zogblat’s Cosmic Curios & Intergalactic Snacks. They introduced: Zero‑gravity churros, Meteor‑crunch trail mix, and a drink called “Nebula Nectar” that made humans float for 3 seconds.

Tourism skyrocketed. Roswell became the alien‑themed town we know today, all because Zarn didn’t update the UPS. Luma eventually forgave him. Mostly. She still brings it up during arguments, though. And every year, on the anniversary of their accidental landing, the Zogblats gather around their ship, raise a glass of Nebula Nectar, and say, “To wrong turns, right places, and the UPS that brought us home.”

“There has to be aliens, or other beings on the other planets! Why else would they be there?” I thought for a second, and fortunately the Holy Spirit whispered in my soul, “How do you know that the other planets aren’t just weights and balances that keep earth in its place? Like a machine that fills the universe?” My co-worker pondered what I was told to say. Then she yielded, “I don’t know.” The debate ended.

In that exchange I was mindful of when God questioned Job. He said to him,

“Where were you when I created the earth?
    Tell me, since you know so much!
Who decided on its size? Certainly you’ll know that!
    Who came up with the blueprints and measurements?
How was its foundation poured,
    and who set the cornerstone,
While the morning stars sang in chorus
    and all the angels shouted praise?

“And have you ever ordered Morning, ‘Get up!’
    told Dawn, ‘Get to work!’
So you could seize Earth like a blanket
    and shake out the wicked like cockroaches?
As the sun brings everything to light,
    brings out all the colors and shapes,
The cover of darkness is snatched from the wicked—
    they’re caught in the very act! Job 38:4-7, 12-15(MSG)

You see man, who can’t fathom an all-powerful being has to make up his own explanation as to how things came about. Some have said there was a big bang! I simply ask, “If that is so, and it isn’t, then who lit the fuse?” I don’t have a “big bang” theory, I have knowledge of a big God! No man was there when God created the heavens and earth. No one but God decided how big, or how little things should be. He, and He alone put all things in order. He has told us so in his word, the Bible. I believe in God, and therefore what He says! Even Charles Darwin doubted his own theory! Read chapters 6 and 9 in his book, “The Origins of Species”.

So as the New Year approaches, I challenge you to start thinking new. Your old way probably, if you would admit it, isn’t working for you. When you are alone, and lying in bed trying to go to sleep, your mind questions your own theories. You spot holes in what you hope is truth. Read God’s word. There, you will learn everything about life that you absolutely need to know for now. Everything else will be revealed when we die, so don’t waste your time now writing your own theories. Believe in God. And trust in him. He’s got this!

Brady, Mark A.

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