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  • Celeste

This was one of those silly but intriguing ideas that come up on a Sunday afternoon in the van. I wrote a little story about it when I was around twelve years old.

What if, right now, everything but the people became invisible?

It would be like being blind. Since you wouldn't be able to see clothing, its only purpose would be to keep you warm. As a result, jewelry would disappear, along with anything but the most practical clothing. “Things” would completely lose their importance. Writing would soon be replaced by Braille. There would be millions more car crashes.

Instead of trying to look at what the earth would be like as a whole, let's look at the life of a five-year-old girl, Susan. She lived with her Mom and Dad and baby brother Johnny on the fifth floor of an apartment building.

She woke up in the middle of the night and it looked to her as if the roof had disappeared. Then she realized that she could see all the people on the sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninth floors, stacked above her, as if suspended in air. She thought she was dreaming, and rolled over. But then she screamed in terror, for it looked as though there was nothing underneath her, no bed, no floor, no ground, either. She could see people stacked beneath her, too.

Her scream had woken the other people in the apartment, and within an hour, everyone was groping madly about, trying to figure out what was happening. There was a blind person living on the fourth floor, and he thought everything was normal, and couldn't understand why everyone was screaming. Before long, most people had found their way out of the apartment, although lots of them had broken legs and arms because of falling over the balcony.

Susan found her way out unharmed, and stood there watching everybody scrambling around up in the air. She began to laugh when her mother tried to run to Johnny, who was crying, and slammed into a wall. Then she gasped and started laughing harder then ever. Her mother had turned on the light switch by accident when she ran into the wall. Now there was a room-shaped block of light, up in the air. It was the middle of the night, so all around was darkness. But what was funny was that all the objects in the room showed up as clearly defined shapes of darkness! The objects were invisible, but the light still couldn't go through them.

Her mother could now walk where she could see there were no shapes of darkness, and easily get Johnny out of his crib. The people still grouping around saw this, and began searching for their light switches.

By morning everyone in the town had found their way to the centre of town. It was hard to eat breakfast, because you couldn't see the food, but everyone went home and managed somehow. In the hospital, however, everything was in complete chaos. All the medicine was in bottles with written labels. No one knew where anything was. Susan's Dad came home with the news that a lot of people were dying from having been given the wrong stuff. He said that everything was being changed to Braille to make it readable. Susan's Mom was just telling Susan's Dad that they needed Braille too, when Dad said,

“Why is there ketchup on my pancakes?”

“See,” Susan's Mom answered, “I thought it was syrup.”

“I wonder what the earth looks like from space?” Susan asked.

“Well,” said her Dad, “I don't know. I don't suppose the rocket will become visible as soon as it left the earth.” Susan's Mom said,

“But if that were true, wouldn't your clothes become visible when you jumped? Try it, Susan. Try jumping.” Susan jumped, but nothing happened.

“It might be the atmosphere.” Susan's Dad concluded. That afternoon, Susan took Johnny for a slow, careful walk.

“As far as the eye can see, Johnny, there's nothing but the people.” Susan said.

  • Celeste

This is a story that was being told and retold around Victory Bible Camp one year. I heard a couple different versions of it, all with somewhat of the same main plot, and when I got home I wrote it down, greatly elabourated and with many of my own additions. Here it is.

ONCE UPON A TIME there lived a man by the name of Chico Melessi. He was very poor and had no relatives to help him. One day he received a letter from an agency that called themselves 'The Finders'. The letter stated that Chico's old Uncle Samuel Melessi had died and left him a farm as inheritance.

Chico was very excited and went to see the farm right away. However, he was disappointed. The farm consisted of a ten-acre lot that looked like a bulldozer had ripped up half of it. The other half contained a little shack, some scrubby trees, and a tall, stately white building that was obviously the farm house. Chico looked about the desolate yard and walked boldly up the steps of the veranda. He put his hand on the door handle and stopped short. Taped to the door was a piece of white paper which read, “DO NOT OPEN DOOR.”

Chico stared in astonishment. Obviously his relative had set up some sort of trap or test. But Chico was a very curious man, and, after holding out all day and spending an uncomfortable night in the shack, he got up next morning determined to open the door.

With trembling hands he fumbled with the door handle, only to find it locked. He was disappointed for a moment before he remembered the key that 'The Finders' had given him. He pulled it from his pocket and turned it in the lock. The door swung open to reveal a long hallway. The walls were painted deep blue, the ceiling clean white, and the floor carpeted bright green.

Chico closed the door behind him and walked the length of the hallway slowly, always fearful that something would jump out at him. But he got to the door at the other end without mishap, and felt his courage returning. On this door too there was a sign which said “DO NOT OPEN DOOR”, but Chico paid it no heed, and found himself facing another blue and green hallway that went to the right.

This continued for a long time; always when Chico got to the end of one hallway he opened another door with a sign and found himself facing another blue and green hallway. At last he opened a door and was surprised to see a spiral staircase winding down, down, down until he couldn't see the bottom of it. Across the top of the stairs there was little chain, and hanging on it was another sign that said, “DO NOT CLIMB DOWN STAIRS.”

Chico unhooked the chain and began his descent. Many times he would stop and peer into the darkness below him, but for a long time he could not see the bottom. At last he came quite suddenly upon the last stair, and found himself standing tiptoe to see over the six-foot wall in front of him. But there wasn't much to be seen, indeed there appeared to be nothing but more six-foot walls beyond that, so he stepped off the bottom stair and made his way over to a break in the wall a little to the left.

Across the break there was another chain and another sign. Chico was excited to find that the sign said “DO NOT GO THROUGH MAZE.” He happened to be a sort of maze fanatic, and was always eager to try a new one. But this was an especially difficult maze, and after getting lost twice, he came back to the very beginning and started again, this time marking his way with a little orange crayon that he found in his pocket.

After that he went quickly, and soon he again faced a door that said “DO NOT OPEN DOOR.” He boldly opened it, and stepped into a marvelous room.

The walls were faintly pink, the ceiling was hung with beautiful lace drapes, and the floor was clear glass with seashells and pretty rocks underneath. But by far what caught Chico's attention was a large dark chestnut coffin sitting on a table in the middle of the room.

His first thought was that this was Samuel's tomb, somewhat like ancient Egyptians might have. Then he thought of his aching muscles and hoped that he'd come all this way to discover that the coffin was full of treasure.

He stepped right up to the table and read the note on the lid. It said simply, “DO NOT LIFT LID.” Chico took a deep breath, and lifted up both sides of the lid at once.

Inside the coffin there lay a huge black bear. It's chest rose and fell gently, showing that it was asleep and not dead. On the inside of the lid another sign said “DO NOT POKE BEAR.” In a dainty silk nest at the base of the lid lay a short silver stick. It was quite stout, and tapered at one end, just right for poking something.

Chico hesitated for a moment, and then, figuring that since he had gone so far already, he might as well go all the way, he picked up the stick and gave the bear a firm poke. Nothing happened.

Suddenly furious at everything and everyone, Chico jabbed the bear with all his might. All anger quickly left him as he watched the bear rise up from the coffin. He stepped back against the door and watched, fascinated, as the bear yawned hugely, standing on the table and shaking it's head back and forth as one might do early in the morning.

Then he turned and scrambled madly with the door handle, for the bear had leapt off the table and was coming after him. He got the door open, slipped through, and slammed it behind him. Then he stood in the entrance of the maze, poised to run, but perfectly still, listening for sounds behind the door, hoping desperately that the bear couldn't open it.

But the moment he saw the handle turning, he was off like a shot, running through the maze as fast as his legs would take him, with the bear close behind. He followed the orange crayon, and within seconds, it seemed, he was at the entrance once more, and without any time to think he pelted up the stairs.

The trip up was certainly a lot faster then the trip down, but by the time he got to the top his breath came in gasps and he felt sick. In that slight pause he heard the bear's heavy breathing behind him, and Chico noticed that he had gained a little on the bear. But there was no time to rest. He opened the door in front of him and kept running. Now he was in the blue and green hallways again.

Each time he came to a door, he closed it behind himself, but the bear seemed to open them without difficulty. Even so, he gained a little time on the bear, and when he found himself sprinting down the last hallway he almost laughed in triumph. The bear was only just coming through the door when Chico finished. He took a deep breath and put his hand to the door handle. It was locked.

Chico threw himself against the door, kicking and screaming hysterically. Then he turned and watched the bear approach. As it got closer it slowed down a little, and then when it reached Chico it lifted one huge paw, brought it down on his head, and said,

“Tag! You're it.”

Please enjoy my first rant I ever posted.

Full disclosure: I do not own a smartphone, no one in my family owns a smartphone, and I have never used a Bible on a phone. These points are based on observation and assumption. Judge for yourself.

Whenever I am in Church, and someone says, “Turn with me to…”, and I see someone pull their phone out of their pocket, I have a gut reaction that says, “This can’t be the best way.” Then, after paging through my Bible in search of Galatians for four minutes, I find myself wondering how much they cost.

But to quote one of my favorite homeschool speakers, “Good can be the enemy of Best.” There are lots of ways having your Bible on your phone can be good. Ease of access, thorough searches, and availability can be some of them. But I want to look at some of the ways where scrolling to a Bible passage can be the enemy of best.

1. Inevitably, you will approach the Scripture with a phone mentality. These are the same few square inches where you see news from yesterday, faulty, ill-thought-out messages, and even some things that are completely false. To then see God’s infallible word in the same space will make it difficult to have the mindset that it cannot and will not change and is utterly reliable. And when it comes to that, how do you know that the Bible says the exact same thing every time it is downloaded? All of the sudden, reading through Genesis 6, it might say, “Then God brought all the animals but the Unicorns to the ark in pairs….”

2. A picky note that I think would bother me, and, perhaps, other highly visual learners, is that when you scroll up or down a page and the verses always appear to be in the same position, it would take away the handy visual cue of remembering where a certain passage or verse is on the page. For example, I can picture right now that John 3:16 is on the right-hand page, in the inside column, about two-thirds of the way down. This helps me to remember which passages come after which, and it helps me with memory somewhat.

3. I’ve heard a preacher touch on this subject directly; and that is, that when they are speaking, and the teens in the back row are all looking at their--well, he said ‘telephones’ but I think he meant smartphones--it is hard to have confidence in the fact that they are not texting or looking at other things on the sly. Indeed, it is a temptation to quickly check the other things on your phone, excusing that it will only take a minute. The result being that the Bible suddenly doesn’t seem so exciting anymore. The preacher suggested that if one was going to be using one’s phone to read the Bible, that they should talk to their pastor and explain what they’ll be doing, if only to ease the speaker’s mind that they are not being ignored.

4. And lastly, the more gadgets and programs one has on their phone, the more dependent on it they will become. When your phone is your all in all, or even if you can’t leave the house without it, you should consider the importance and Lordship of Jesus in your life and whether He is getting His proper place.

We should be seriously thinking through decisions that seem as small as what medium to read the Bible with. I’ll advocate for the hard copy, and I don’t hope to see it die.

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