The world is supposed to end this weekend.
Actually, it depends on what you read. Some sources are predicting an impact with Planet X; others are just saying it’s time for The Rapture.
Since The Rapture has the same record for tardiness that I did back when I had a job, I’m not going to worry about it… but I would really hate to see my daughter disappear right before her wedding.
There are all kinds of apocalyptic portents. Last month, on the 21st, there was an eclipse; on the 25th, there was an awful hurricane that triggered flooding on the 26th. This is supposed to send us running to Luke 21:25-26: “There will be signs in the sun, moon and stars. On the earth, nations will be in anguish and perplexity at the roaring and tossing of the sea. People will faint from terror, apprehensive of what is coming on the world, for the heavenly bodies will be shaken.”
And a “Christian numerologist” named David Meade claimed that tomorrow, 33 days after the Eclipse, the planet Nibiru will collide with the earth.
Correction: I just saw that he changed his mind. There will be no big bang tomorrow… but there will be “a series of catastrophic events” in the next few weeks, and the world will have changed significantly by the start of next month.
Considering the fact that we’ve recently seen two monster hurricanes and a couple of very large earthquakes, I would say the world has changed significantly already.
Not to mention the fact that we’re on the brink of nuclear war with a roaring mouse.
But am I worried about tomorrow?
For starters, I take great solace in Matthew 24:36: “But about that day or hour no one knows, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father.” Mr. Meade, I presume, is NOT the Father.
Secondly, should I be wrong and should Mr. Meade be right, there are many reasons I will be relieved:
1) I didn’t have to clean my house before calling Comcast to come and check the outlet in Jeff’s man cave. It has blown up two converters this week.
2) I will not regret my decision to have both dessert and a glass of sweet wine last night, even though I am supposed to be cutting back on my sugary treats. Neither my health nor my closet can harm me if the world ends on the morrow.
3) I will not feel the least bit guilty about all the TV I’ve binge-watched this week: four Sondheim musicals, an entire mini-series, three delightful documentaries about obscure British royals, and Project Runway.
4) I’ll never hear Bob Dylan’s voice again.
I don’t think there’s any point in worrying about the end of the world… but I DO believe there’s plenty of reason to worry about its continued existence. We should be putting our energies into working for peace… into helping those affected by natural and man-made catastrophes… into making alliances, not enemies… into feeding and clothing the sick, poor, and homeless, instead of chasing after ostentatious wealth.
I should think about cleaning my floors, making my husband’s dinner and brushing my cats.
But what I will not do is pay any further attention to idiots who twist the Scriptures in order to frighten the foolish.
There are too many real reasons to be frightened.
There are also too many real reasons to be grateful.