Between two Worlds

Chapter 1

Now that the dust has settled, and all the lies the aliens told us are known; all those people on TV talking about how they played such an important role, are lying. I know it, and they know it. Unlike most of them, I was actually there.

There was a time when I would've been angry for them taking credit. Now, it's in God's hands, just like it's always been.

Now, I've seen my share of science-fiction, especially as a kid. Let me tell you, nothing prepared me for seeing humanoid aliens in real life. And I certainly wasn't alone.

Humanoid's a pretty broad term. As long as they have two legs, two arms, and a head, they qualify, no matter how alien they look.

Perhaps, just perhaps, one would've been easier, but it wasn't just one. It was two different species who showed up.

Looking at what happened, I shouldn't have been involved. God had plans for me, which is why I was. God's the only reason for how the war ended the way it did.

Why did God include me in his plans? I've no idea.

There are plenty of others who could've done what I did, who had more faith than me. After all, I wasn't exactly on speaking terms with God.

My days as a minister were behind me. I severed ties with being a minister. Just turned my back and walked away from it all.

I don't know what the final nail in the coffin was as a minister. One too many funerals, one too many divorces, one many too many confessions of sin from congregants who had no interest in repentance. It could've been any one of them.

Whatever the reason, I failed my congregation, which means I failed God.

When I walked away, I really walked away. Construction was as far from the ministry as I could find.

The thing I've learned about God is he's more patient, than I am stubborn. He also used all the tools at His disposal to get me where I was needed.

It's been said, God uses a metaphorical feather to reach some, and hammer for others. I wasn't the feather, or hammer sort. God needed to use a metaphorical sledgehammer on my thick skull to get through, along with the threat of being caught in the middle of a galactic war.

Even after experiencing it all, I still have a hard time believing God chose me. I keep expecting God to come to His senses.

Until He does, I'll continue to humbly do what I can with faith He has a plan.