Roswell & Other Worlds

There’s no easy way to describe Roswell, New Mexico.  I could say that it was interesting, but that doesn’t cut it.  

More accurately, I should say that it is in the middle of the high desert of central New Mexico and hot as hell in the summertime.  It’s also utterly devoid of pretense. 

Which is to say that it knows what it is.  It’s a town famous for a conspiracy theory surrounding a U.F.O. crash site that may have been covered up by the U.S. Military, the F.B.I., and even Harry Truman himself. 

I have to admit that after I spent a couple of hours at the National U.F.O. Museum, and read all of the materials, examined the evidence, watched videos of eyewitness accounts, and a whole host of other stuff… I was starting to wonder if something might have happened there after all. 

Common sense can get tossed out the window when you hear only one side of the story.  I know that sounds preposterous considering all the common sense in our current culture among a populace wholly dedicated to examining all the evidence before making a call. 

That last line was sarcasm, in case you were wondering.  

Whether something like a U.F.O. crash at Roswell and the U.S. Government may have covered something up is not exactly the point with the National U.F.O. Museum.  

To be fair, they offer some fine print here and there with some counterpoints, but you have to dig to find them, and even then, they’re presented in such a way that you are led to believe they are not worthy of discussion.

The point of the U.F.O. Museum, which is actually kind of beautiful, is that the Universe is so vast, and there is so much that we don’t know about it that to think we’re alone in this vast expanse of space that we’re spinning around in is kind of preposterous.  

I love that.  I think we aren’t alone in the Universe, spiritually speaking.  The God who is the Universe is indescribable and beyond comprehension, and near and present all around us and within us.     

We are all made of the same stardust that is out there in the vast reaches of space, that makes up our planet, that is imbued with the glory of a God who created and is still creating.  

I also am not afraid to imagine other worlds either.  Why not?  People have been speculating about that possibility since time immemorial, so why not join in that entirely human project?  

If we believe the Scriptures themselves, we ought to think that there are other realities or worlds than the ones we can perceive.  No less than the Apostle Paul imagined such things. 

We are not alone here.  God is with us.  The Universe is vast, and our perceptions are finite. Still, God invites us into a living, imminent, ever-unfolding story that is bigger than anything we could ever imagine—a story of grace, hope, and Resurrection.  

May those truths elevate your own heart today and every day from this day.  And may the grace and peace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you now and always. Amen.