Cover of Holy Bible: 10th Anniversary Edition

“I’m floating! In mid-air. Rising. In such a bright light. Being abducted.”

These were my thoughts as, yes, I was abducted. Next thing I knew, I was waking up in a padded chair, slumped in the middle of a windowless room. My nice moorland walk was well and truly over.

Before me was a broad metallic table, behind which were three more chairs. Beyond those chairs was a sliding door, which now opened. In walked three aliens: humanoid, yes, but with unearthly features. Without delay they occupied those vacant seats.

“Welcome to ‘The Explorer’ Paul. You are on what youwould term a ‘starship’,” smiled the alien sitting in the centre chair, “I’m Rebros, the Captain. To my right here is my number one, Akreshi, and to my left our chief medical officer, Trobonkon.”

“How do you know my name?” I stuttered nervously.

Trobonkon: “We have observed you and your race for many years and are very familiar with your behaviours. Your television programmes, as you call them, are most illuminating.”

Rebros: “And before you ask, Paul, no we do not wish to meet your leaders. We have singled you out to represent what you term ‘the common people’. In spite of our thorough observations, there remain many questions we need to ask you about your world.”

The thought went across my mind that it would be better to be ‘interrogated’ than medically ‘examined’ by these people. Better cooperate.

“Go ahead,” I replied, trying to look at ease.

“Good,” cut in Akreshi, “here’s one that’s been puzzling me for a long while. Why do you all repeatedly work for five days, then take a break for two, no matter what the weather? On what you call ‘Sunday’ you are very quiet indeed in terms of productivity, yet often it rains then and you might as well be working.”

“Interesting question,” I answered, thinking hard, “I think it’s got something to do with religion.  Apparently God decreed that we should rest on the seventh day, like He did after He created the world.”

Akreshi: “Oh yes, I’ve seen that story. It’s from your ‘Bible’ isn’t it? Did not your ‘God’ construct your planet in six days?”

“That’s right, that’s what it says,” I confirmed.

Trobonkon: “So do you believe in Santa Clause?”

“No, that’s kid’s stuff,” I asserted.

Trobonkon: “So what’s the difference?”

“That’s hard to explain…”

Trobonkon: “Do try. That’s all we ask.”

“Well, erm, well the possible existence of God is reported in many ancient texts….”

Rebros: “So how did your ‘God’ build your Earth in six of your days?”

“I don’t think He did. Not all The Bible is literally true. According to Darwin and other scientists it actually took billions of years.”

Trobonkon: “May we meet with your ‘God’?”

“Oh!” I thought rapidly. “So they haven’t met ‘Him’. They are not so superior after all! Might this be the time to start bluffing them? What if they plan to invade the Earth? Maybe they are afraid of our God!”

Trobonkon: “Well?”

“Sorry, I was thinking. Well, you have to have a special dispensation to meet him.”

Rebros: “Who from?”

“From the Pope.”

They all looked at one another, and fell about laughing! I felt embarrassed.

To Be Continued.

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Paul Butters