A movie that reminded me

On a date many years ago, I no longer remember how the topic came about, but this guy asked me: what if we are not the only creatures in the universe? What if there is another Jesus being crucified in another world? And if the Word of God does not mention it, doesn't that mean that it might not be totally true? I know my beliefs but was not able to answer. I became tongue-tied, I didn't know how to form my answer. How do you convince an intellectual man? How do you answer a hypothetical question with undertones of unbelief? And another thing, I didn't want to ruin the moment ( you know how it is, for young girls on a date, trying hard to make a good impression).

When I became matured in my faith ( and continously seeking to be more mature... until now), I often wished that I was able to answer that question. But that moment is already gone and all I can do is pray that he will find the answer to his question, the real answer.

That moment flashed in my mind again when I watched the War of the Worlds. A two-hour movie that could make your heart stop and scream so loud because of the surprising shots. It showed the earth as the object of invasion of extraterrestial being, seeking out the blood of its inhabitants as source of their own survival ( for me, there is a loophole in the movie, but it can be the topic of another blog). The question of my date presupposes the existence of other beings and as we can see, War of the Worlds portrayed the same story.

I am convinced that we are the only humans in the universe. This is not, of course, absolute. I put no limit on the power of God. He could have created a hundred earths. There might have been a hundred crucifixions or a thousand saviors. It doesn't matter.

In my world, I have seen the presence of God and I have felt His mercy and love. I am not afraid of other beings conquering my home or taking my blood to sustain its life. And if there's more that one Jesus who died because of His love, wouldn't that be wonderful? That He has chosen to save all of us, regardless of the world? I am more afraid of what I could have missed out. When I think of all those who were not blessed with knowing God early in their life, when I count the people I know who are just existing, and when I see the faces of many who do not know the reason for their lives, I get reminded to be grateful.

I thank God that He has allowed me to know Him. And all I can do now is to remember that guy and pray... pray that he will find the answer before it's too late.