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Think of how freeing it would be to believe that the world is ending tomorrow. You can quit your job, stop paying into your kid’s college education fund, and know that by Sunday, the mundane troubles that make up modern life will be over. As I write checks to my student loans, or send another threatening letter to another government agency screwing another one of my clients, I can definitely relate to wanting to just give up on it all. Perhaps believing in these apocalyptic prophesies is rooted in deeply held beliefs, but I think it is also tied to a very common modern angst.
Life is often soul crushingly boring. The rapture is a nice way to spice up your day. But if you have stopped paying your credit cards, mortgaged your house to pay for billboards, and told your children they aren’t going to heaven with you, I imagine you will wake up on Sunday with a hell of a spiritual hangover.
I like to laugh at these people, but I keep thinking about how utterly terrifying this must be for their children. No matter how much they comfort themselves about being with God shortly, the end of the world will be plenty frightening for them. And when the moments pass, and they don't go up into heaven, how long will they think that they just weren't worthy enough, and that God doesn't really love them. Especially those people that believe that only a small portion of people will be saved, it'll take forever to realize that no one went up.
A number of my conservative friends have told stories about getting up and being unable to find friends and family or anyone around, and being convinced that the Rapture happened and they just missed it.
I'm going to have a good time on Saturday, but I imagine it's going to be a terrible day for the people who think it's going to be a wonderful day.
Amen, brother. As scary as the Rapture and Apocalypse is made out to be by the Religious Right, it's a total pacifier (even if people don't include themselves in the Saved®). How much scarier is it to think that there is no plot and no one behind the wheel, and we ourselves are creating a future that we (and our kids) will have to live in.
I'm sure that Family Radio will dust themselves off on Sunday and proclaim that they forgot to carry a "2" or they had a bad translation of that verse from Isiah, just like they did in the 90s. My hope is that all of their publicity and run-up (good job with the assist, VillageCharm) will make the Apocalypse scare-mongering look like the complete absurdity that it is for many, many more people than their billboards reached.
How much scarier is it to think that there is no plot and no one behind the wheel, and we ourselves are creating a future that we (and our kids) will have to live in.
Exactly. This scares the shit out of me.
I've always thought this about conspiracy theories: no mater how bleak and dark they paint the future, it is always under the control of someone, some group, or at the very least, some ideology. Tsunami? Government weather-warfare program? 9-11? Secret cabal of Neo Cons. Scary chemicals in our food? Deliberate plot by the New World Order.
What would be even scarier? This shit is just happening. No one is in control, it's not part of any plan, and no one knows where it's all taking us.
You read the NY Times article on that one family, right SameTime?
Yeah, that is what prompted this post. Very sad, especially the last two paragraphs:
She and her twin, Faith, have a friend’s birthday party Saturday night, around the time their parents believe the rapture will occur.
“So if the world doesn’t end, I’d really like to attend,” Grace said before adding, “Though I don’t know how emotionally able my family will be at that time.”
Until a certain age, there's something acutely awful about parents being more childish than their children.
I've been eating like the rapture is coming.
Hey, me too! I had chocolate cake for breakfast :)
Every time I hear something about the Rapture all I can do is think about Blondie.
The idea that I would not have a life to live beside my daughter, to see her grow up, because the world ended far outweighs any modern angst. And I would not want to be in Elysium without. The world is weird.
Excellent points. As luck would have it, I just posted something to this effect, noting that the believers I've talked to and seen quoted are all people with middle class ruts: payroll clerks, nurses, cops, medical technicians, etc. I can't imagine that all my Rapture-mocking friends really have such a hard time imagining why a dramatic end to the rat race might be welcome.
Maybe it's their way of challenging you to live life like each day might be your last. And instead of using that as an excuse to stop procrastinating and get working on the things you really want to do with your life, they see it as a way to examine their lives and see if they think they're living them in a way that God would approve of.
Hey, what did you do when people were having trouble posting comments on your LJ? Gordon tells me he's getting that error message every time he tries to defend the good name of the Miami Heat on my LJ.
You're going to let that cheese monger talk about LaBron!?!?!
Anyway, I changed my "theme" and it worked. LJ is dying a slow death.