This Doesn't Make Sense
Stories
56 Stories For Preaching
John heard it. Tim did, too. So did Grace and Sarah. But none
of them could tell whether the others had heard it.
They were sitting in the subway, riding home later than they
had intended. The stores and businesses had closed down hours
before and they were not used to being in such an empty car. They
had worked late together on a product development project and now
were heading back to their cars in the same commuter lot at the
end of the line.
Each had heard it. Singing, or perhaps an instrument, or a
synthesizer. The tone was pure, the tune was undefined yet real;
the words were there, soft and vague, but clear enough to
understand.
"Glory to God. Peace to you. Come and see. The Word is true."
John glanced at Tim. "Did you notice anything?"
Tim feigned a blank look. "Like what?"
"You heard it, too, didn't you?" John said.
"Heard what?" Tim asked.
Grace responded, "I heard it. Singing, music. Was it the
radio?"
"They don't have a radio in here," John said.
"Anyone have a Walkman turned on?" Tim asked.
Grace responded, "No, it was beyond that."
Sarah gave a nervous laugh. "It's late and we're tired. The
caffeine is singing to us."
Suddenly Grace jumped up, pointed out the window and shouted,
"Look."
The train had since emerged from underground and was slowing
to enter a station. As they looked out, they saw a
crowd of people, but were they people? They were shining
brightly, glowing, there on the bank of the railway, motioning
for the four to come, and singing their song again.
"Glory to God. Peace to you. Come and see. The Word is true."
"Who are they?" Tim asked.
"I don't know," John replied. "But they don't seem to be
standing still, or standing at all."
"What do you think it means?" Sarah asked.
"I think it means we need to go check it out," Grace replied.
"That's ridiculous," Sarah shot back. "We're two miles from
our stop, this is probably the last train, and this is not a
place to be out walking late at night."
John sided with Grace. "I don't know what this is, either, but
something tells me to go and see. I don't want to have to wonder
about it later."
"You're crazy," Tim said. "Stay here, where it's safe. It's
got to be a trick. Why would anybody, or anything, want us?"
"He's right," said Sarah. "Nobody would believe us anyway.
We'd be laughed out of the office."
The train stopped. The doors opened. The music filtered in.
"Glory to God. Peace to you. Come and see. The Word is true."
Grace looked back and asked, "Who is coming with me?"
of them could tell whether the others had heard it.
They were sitting in the subway, riding home later than they
had intended. The stores and businesses had closed down hours
before and they were not used to being in such an empty car. They
had worked late together on a product development project and now
were heading back to their cars in the same commuter lot at the
end of the line.
Each had heard it. Singing, or perhaps an instrument, or a
synthesizer. The tone was pure, the tune was undefined yet real;
the words were there, soft and vague, but clear enough to
understand.
"Glory to God. Peace to you. Come and see. The Word is true."
John glanced at Tim. "Did you notice anything?"
Tim feigned a blank look. "Like what?"
"You heard it, too, didn't you?" John said.
"Heard what?" Tim asked.
Grace responded, "I heard it. Singing, music. Was it the
radio?"
"They don't have a radio in here," John said.
"Anyone have a Walkman turned on?" Tim asked.
Grace responded, "No, it was beyond that."
Sarah gave a nervous laugh. "It's late and we're tired. The
caffeine is singing to us."
Suddenly Grace jumped up, pointed out the window and shouted,
"Look."
The train had since emerged from underground and was slowing
to enter a station. As they looked out, they saw a
crowd of people, but were they people? They were shining
brightly, glowing, there on the bank of the railway, motioning
for the four to come, and singing their song again.
"Glory to God. Peace to you. Come and see. The Word is true."
"Who are they?" Tim asked.
"I don't know," John replied. "But they don't seem to be
standing still, or standing at all."
"What do you think it means?" Sarah asked.
"I think it means we need to go check it out," Grace replied.
"That's ridiculous," Sarah shot back. "We're two miles from
our stop, this is probably the last train, and this is not a
place to be out walking late at night."
John sided with Grace. "I don't know what this is, either, but
something tells me to go and see. I don't want to have to wonder
about it later."
"You're crazy," Tim said. "Stay here, where it's safe. It's
got to be a trick. Why would anybody, or anything, want us?"
"He's right," said Sarah. "Nobody would believe us anyway.
We'd be laughed out of the office."
The train stopped. The doors opened. The music filtered in.
"Glory to God. Peace to you. Come and see. The Word is true."
Grace looked back and asked, "Who is coming with me?"
