So ensuring that you would be spared those trials by being whisked off to heaven can be a pretty major selling point for the Christian faith. Let's see.... eternal bliss while being reunited with the dear departed vs. plague, famine, war and slaughter. (I know, I know. The choice itself, the fact that any theology would even present such a choice, is horrendous. You don't have to tell me. I'm just telling you what I believed, and what I thought the people around me believed. I can't speak for anyone else, this is just the way it came across.)
which requires taking the story of Jesus' ascension literally. Nothing is ever simple. The ascension has always fascinated me. I read so much science fiction when I was a kid, I couldn't help but wonder if there was a spaceship up there and it was a "beam me up" kind of thing-- which makes me laugh now, but I was entirely serious about it as a 12-year-old. I even wrote part of a short story about it once.
anyway. just a thought. or several of them. As many have pointed out, no one can predict the Rapture, even if you believe in it. The New Testament professor I had while I was still at an evangelical school told us that anyone who tries to predict Christ's return is already wrong, because the Gospel of Matthew says that no one knows the time. The King James translates this as "no man," automatically cuing in my head Eowyn pulling off her helmet and saying "I am no man!"
I digress. I don't really have a point. But I'm posting this anyway because I shiver with horror at the idea of someone happening across my blog for the first time and finding a post about dieting. I need one on top of that, and this is what I was thinking about this morning.
(and p.s., you probably knew this, but the title comes from the REM song: It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine....)