Funny, but I’m still here.
According to one man, Harold Camping, yesterday was supposed to be the end of the world.
The apocalypse will strike, Camping taught, on May 21, wherever it happens to be 6 p.m. That means it will be Friday night in America when what Camping called “super terrible” earthquakes will hit the New Zealand region. The earthquakes will then roll on, time zone by time zone. The saved, perhaps 2% to 3% of the world population, will be whisked to God, while the rest will be obliterated in what he called “a super horror story.”
The earth remained semi-stable yesterday. Some things lately have turned into the daily fare. An earthquake here, more bombings and violence, but nothing out of the ordinary. So sad that those things can even be considered ordinary! Not even the thunderstorms which we've been seeing roll through here in the afternoons lately, all of which means one thing. I have to go clean the kitchen and I need to clean out the litter box on Monday.
It’s not that I really expected it to happen. Seriously, there have been so many “end of the world” predictions made, all of them wrong, that I’m inured to them. Yet, I do find them way out of line and seriously hurtful, in reference to the mocking that some gave our Lord Jesus, as if in any way whatsoever He was responsible for Mr. Camping's desire to try to create for himself some 15 minutes of fame and it's very sad also how the media and others have lumped all Christians, all believers in the Lord Jesus Christ, as part and parcel of the things that went on in Harold Camping's mind. I do also have pity for the people who not only believed it, but went off the deep end about it and did something like sell off everything they own, and gave their money away to “get ready”. The man who made this prediction already had a record for being wrong. He’s predicted the end of the world before, and no, it didn’t happen then either! But that sort of record never seems to matter to some people.
Even though I knew that, and made my plans (as is my custom) around continually watching for my Lord, and waiting for my redemption that does in fact draw neigh, there’s that little part of me that thought wistfully that if the world ended, I’d have a terrific excuse for not getting the laundry done. But, here I sit writing a blog on the day after the world was supposed to end, and I’m still here. The sun is back out, the earth has not quaked, and I still have to vacuum tomorrow. Darn it! -Rev. Debbie ♥2 Samuel 22:3 (KJV)
The God of my rock; in Him will I trust: He is my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my high tower, and my refuge, my saviour; thou savest me from violence. •
