Maybe he’s not a human. Maybe he’s some sort of Angelic cyborg. This is the only logical conclusion I can come to about Harold Camping. It’s either that, or you know, he’s wrong. And people are wrong all the time, there’s nothing out of the ordinary about that, so let’s go with the angelic cyborg thing, because that’s just more fun. And if he is an angelic cyborg, than he can be excused from the whole, “No one knows the day,” verse found all over Scripture, as that seems pretty directed toward the humans. It says nothing about an angelic cyborg not knowing the day. So, perhaps Harold “Angelic Cyborg” Camping really does know the date of the end of the world, and I should stop writing this, leave my job, and go sing “Kumbaya” with my family until the earth shakes, the house falls down, and we find ourselves on fluffy white clouds making our way up to heaven. Because, that’s biblical you know, fluffy white clouds and heaven being “up.”
No…no wait. I think I might be thinking about a Pixar movie. And that was balloons, not clouds, so I guess we’re all sorts of confused.
But anyway, there are always going to be quacks out there who claim to know things about the end of the world, the day of the rapture, and answers to other "theological" questions. And quite frankly, it's fun to mock them, mostly because it's so damn easy. But, realistically, I suppose that's not the right thing to do, what with the whole loving one's enemies thing. Mockery probably falls a little short of love, enemy or not. So...well...um...what happens when you really have no plans to stop something you know is wrong? Because, to be honest...I'm pretty sure I'm going to keep mocking this May 21st Rapture business.
But on the other hand, this whole craziness has got me thinking. The world is most likely not going to end tonight. But it could. Why not? It could end tomorrow just as easily. Volatile nations could start setting off nukes at any moment. Or you or I could just die driving to the grocery store. What it comes down to really, is we just never know what each day is going to bring. It's so easy to take life for granted, when it's much too fragile to do so. So tell your friends and family that you love them. Tell them how much they mean to you, not because the world is going to go up in smoke, but simply because one of them might not be here tomorrow. No one knows the day or the hour...of anything really. Life is precious. Love your people...and some other ones too.
Good luck surviving this apocalypse known as life. I'll see ya'll round the bend. Love to all. <3
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