What if Jesus had a spaceship?

For some reason, that just earwormed me with "What if God Was One of Us?"

People don't like being foisted-on.

You're exactly right. I tend to keep my ramblings focused on why I like sci-fi, rather than why they should (previous post notwithstanding). ETA: And it only ever comes up when someone gives me that quizzical look and asks, "But... why?"

ETA: And completely unrelated - I just finished sort of watching Spirited Away, and I'm listening to the music over the credits - it's just lovely. I may have to get the soundtrack.

t foists my pre-Wiccan Celtic traditonal pantheon on the thread.

Cuchullian had a spaceship.

t aims Teflon Deflecto Ray™ at the pantheon. Except for that one; he's kind of hot.

Christians can take a hike to the Left Coast.

What about the Christians who are already here? Should we start packing for Brazil? 'Cause I could be down with that.

What if Jesus had a spaceship?

That is a writing assignment I could have gotten into, as a student.

Heh. My beloved terminally eccentric Uncle D. in Brookline spent his declining years laboring on his magnum opus, a novel spinning out from the thesis that Jesus was an interstellar Mason. No publisher in his lifetime thought it would ever find an audience; I'm beginning to suspect the problem was that the Buffistas didn't exist yet.

Of course he was. What with the spaceship and all.

There was a Ray Bradbury short story that had Jesus traveling from planet to planet, bringing salvation to each one. It was about a guy who wanted to meet Jesus so he traveled to the planets that Jesus had been to - each time he'd just miss Jesus.

Not one of my favorite Bradbury stories, I have to admit. (And I was a Christian when I read it.)

thesis that Jesus was an interstellar Mason...

Uncle D. of Brookline was my kind of hombre.

It would explain all the churches in Mason City, IA.

Well, that or the bible belt thing...

OTH? They have a Kum & Go convenience store there.

Uncle D. of Brookline was my kind of hombre.

I defy anyone on earth not to love him. He was an engineering professor at MIT and wore homburgs and Tyrolean hats with jaunty little feathers; he was mathier than Nilly and Emily put together, but he hadn't got the common sense God gave a goose; and he was devoted to ponderous '30s science fiction space operas and to his wives--not that he was a polygamist, but he was married twice; the first wife died as he was nearing 70, he nearly died of grief, and then he met a Dedham widow who was also dying of grief and they rescued each other. She once told me that he'd written her poetry while they were courting, and when I asked if I could see it she blushed. Apparently it was dirty. Also, he was the world's most magnificently awful stereotypical insane Boston driver.

I'm fairly certain he would've thought you were his kind of hombre too.

It was about a guy who wanted to meet Jesus so he traveled to the planets that Jesus had been to - each time he'd just miss Jesus.

I think I remember that story. It confused me because I couldn't understand why anyone would want to waste their time that way. I would have been traveling around and looking for Elvis.