If tonight is your last night on Earth....

So. Tomorrow is "The Rapture." Judgement Day. Are you ready? I know the Evangelists are going to have a sleepless night awaiting the return of Jesus. Waiting to ride off with Him into the sunset on his apparently enormous white stallion that can somehow carry 2 million people or 144,000 people, or some other number that seems a little high for one poor horse.

How am I spending our "last" night? The same as any other night. Family time. Watching movies, laughing at pets, arguing with the 4-going-on-25-year-old in the house. Tomorrow? We'll spend some time outside, take lots of pictures, look at some clouds, maybe barbecue some hamburgers or tofu or something.

What won't we be doing? We won't be huddled in a corner waiting for 6pm, the magic number, when it's supposed to just be over. Over for the chosen anyway. We won't be counting down the minutes. We won't be staring nervously at the sky waiting for a robe-wearing bearded man on a giant horse to descend upon us. Because it's not going to happen.

See, here's my theory. God has a sense of humor. We already know that we can't know when the world will end. The Bible says so. So some guy thinks he's cracked God's secret code? Pfft! I scoff. And, you know, God probably does too, especially now with all these people with their big signs and t-shirts proclaiming the end of the world. Because He's said the world will end. But it's going to be a surprise. It'll happen when we least expect it. That beautiful sunny day in the middle of years and years of peaceful weather, peaceful nations? THAT'S when He's gonna hit us with it. You know why? Because He thinks we're all fools right now. Mmmhmmm... Fools. Once the human race has proven to God that it can really do the things He wants us to do without being hypocritical, actually practicing what we preach, only THEN will we be called home.

Until then? I don't know about you, but I'm just going to live.