Take Us To Your Leader
Let me tell you a little story. It didn’t happen this way, but if aliens arrived, it probably would’ve. The year was 0-ish AD. The place: Bethlehem. The event: The birth of Christ.
A glowing saucer descended over Bethlehem where an odd star led them. The shepherds, already having quite the night between angels and a miraculous birth, now stared slack-jawed as a hatch hissed open. Out stepped a delegation of aliens—tall, shimmering, and looking confused.
Alien Commander: “Take us to your leader.”
Confused Shepherd: “We were just visiting him. He’s that way—”
And that’s how the aliens wound up kneeling beside the livestock, presenting the Son of God with interstellar worship.
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