Apocalypse, Not Right Now

When it was 6:01 p.m. EDT I called my sister Glenda to make sure the rapture hadn’t happened.  I figured if any one of my family or friends would be taken, it would be her.  She was still there, and I alerted her to the fact that the Preakness would be run some 15 minutes earlier than she thought, so she and her husband could watch.  None of us had any money in the race.

I think I’m what one of my college professors called a “Zen Christian.”  I was brought up a Southern Baptist, and we spent a lot of time studying Revelations.  I remember one Sunday school teacher positing that the Mark of the Beast might be our Social Security Numbers, or a credit card, or some other sort of government I.D. But the verse that always stuck with me was the one that Zonker quoted yesterday in Doonesbury:  http://www.doonesbury.com/strip/archive/2011/05/20

Doonesbury

And today, as Zonker quotes, it is apparent that the Lord cometh as a thief in the night.

Doonesbury

But I am sad and sorry for the folks who quit their jobs and sat on a mountaintop, so to speak, waiting for the end.  I was reminded of those pathetic creatures of Heaven’s Gate, and so many others over the millennia who have waited for justice, retribution and destruction.

I think the most helpful things Jesus ever said were, “Love thy neighbor as thyself,” and, I forget the exact verse, but the gist was, live today and take care of those in need.  Let the future take care of itself.  Peace out, and love to all my family, friends and those in need of love.  Amen.

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About writinghersense

Marketer, memoir writer, cat lover, Tennessee native, now a NYer.
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