If you're reading this, I'm guessing you weren't called home in the rapture. Join the club.
I wasn't horrified by my continued presence in mortality. My wife and I often say (tongue in cheek, of course) that we know we're going to hell, but at least we'll be entertained by the surprised looks on people's faces when they realize they've joined us there. In fact, I've not spent a minute even considering the possible timing of an apocalypse. There's too many other things to worry about--things that we have some amount of control over--including: global warming, the growing divide between the haves and have nots and war.
Here is where I stand regarding the obsession over the End Times. If we diverted the energy many people spend in determining when the events in Revelation will happen in favor of activities that actually bless the lives of others, we'd be far better off. There's a corollary among some of the LDS faithful, who spend oodles of money in trips to Central America to visit ruins that they believe are evidence of the civilizations described in the Book of Mormon. These efforts are akin to apologetic thinking, which only comforts people in their beliefs and leads to no real improvement in their lives. It's like painting by the numbers: decorous, but without a soul.
Let's stop speculating about things even Christ said we can't predict and use that energy to solve real problems. Is it a deal?
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