The other day my friend and I were discussing alien abductions. What prompted our conversation was a recent report of cattle mutilations in Missouri. (I could provide you with a link, but come on, you don’t need to be reading that stuff….)
So anyhow, that made me think of all the movies I’ve seen
over the years about alien abductions and all the unmentionable experiments
they apparently did on us earthlings. And that reminded me of the one time in
my life I encountered a UFO. Here’s the story…
While I was attending Denver Seminary, back in the Coolidge
administration, I taught an evangelism course for a church near Colorado
Springs. I had preached in the church a time or two, and they invited me to do
a Monday through Friday series on how to share the gospel.
The sessions began every evening at 7, so I left our
seminary apartment about 5:30, picked up a hamburger on the way, and headed
south on I-25. I figured out a short-cut that allowed me to get off the freeway
and drive through what was then rural, farming country. The sessions ran about
90 minutes, so I finished up at the church by 8:30 or so, and got home before 10.
On this particular night I was on my way back, pleasantly
relaxed after having done, I thought, a decent job in my presentation and the Q
& A that followed. The road I was driving was lonely and dark. Like I said,
back then it was rural, with no street lamps or office buildings or traffic
lights. Just me in my yellow VW bug.
I slowed down to navigate a curve on the dirt road, and
happened to glance up in the night sky. It was a pretty evening, pitch black,
studded with stars, but then I saw it. Maybe a half mile or so away, hovering
over a field, was a series of bright red lights. I slowed down even more, and
it seemed like the lights stayed put. Oh,
boy, I thought to myself. This is
really happening. I’m really seeing this. Who’s going to believe me?
