End Of The World This Weekend?
Now, I am a fallen human; a sinful and sin-filled man. This I confess. As a Christian I confess and acknowledge my sinful nature, and despite my best and (at times) whole-hearted efforts (but mostly half-hearted efforts) I fall short of correcting it but that’s ok, because the Big Guy through His Grace wubs me anyway. Good stuff; why, some even call it “Great News.”
So I heard on the radio that this weekend will be all about Rapture according to some. Evidently some folks have declared that Scripture tells them that this will occur on Saturday.
Now, Scripture is a great resource and guide: the lessons, stories and parables offer great insights into man’s fallen nature and how pride and arrogance so often lead us into sin and a life that is less than what it could be. It is applicable across all times and places; as such, there really are surprisingly enough relatively few crystal clear unambiguous statements in Scripture. One of them, however, is don’t try to predict when the game is up. That is for the Master to know, not you. We are told to live our lives fully expecting that he could return at any moment and act accordingly. If and when we try to predict the time then we commit the sin of imagining ourselves as the Master, of trying to control Him.
And quite frankly that shit don’t fly.
I mean that in a loving Christian sense, of course.
Oh, and speaking of flying, I’m doing that on Saturday so I do have a question for some of our theologians: what are the odds that during my flight this Rapture occurs, and while it would be perfectly understandable if The Big Guy decides that I’m not Rapture-Ready it would sort of, um, suck if He (in His Infinite Wisdom) decides that but also happens to decide that the Pilot is.