Believe it or not, this post is not about that kooky broadcaster who did some bad math and predicted the end of the world. This post is about ALL the kooky folks who predict the end of the world or rant about end times or an imminent rapture, etc.
I find them really annoying.
I find it weird to focus so much on what is God’s business (“only the Father knows”). I find it creepy to spend vast amounts of energy studying every dark and troubled event for a sign. I find it sad to scare people into faith.
God’s ultimate message is the Good News.
Don’t get me wrong: I’m glad I’m going to Heaven. I think it’ll be great. But I’m not in a rush. I’ve got a baby to raise, books to write, people to meet, places to go, things to do.
Bad stuff happens and some of it is very bad. But it doesn’t make me think the world is ending. It makes me sad or angry or confused.
And good stuff is happening too. My baby gave me a kiss. My daughter is headed to college. I found a beach not too far away with the softest sand. I just planted an herb garden. I know kids graduating this year headed to teach, serve our country, work in communications, become doctors. Yep, good stuff.
I’m ready when God says so. But until then, I’m happy to know God here and now, enjoy the bits of heaven on earth I can find. Did I mention my baby gave me a kiss?
Whadayathink? What gives you hope? How do those end of the world predictions make you feel?
