The World did not end.
That is normally not news, but today it will be and I’m sure my blog is only one of millions with the same title.
In case you’ve missed this obscure bit of news, Harold Camping, an 89-year-old Christian entrepreneur, predicted the world would end on May 21, 2011.
That was yesterday. We’re still here.
Some of us are disappointed. Yes, I count myself in that group. Let me think about my two options.
1. Heaven for eternity, tomorrow at six. Get your ticket. Don’t be late.
2. Life continues on Earth, with inflation and war and famine and tough interpersonal relationships. And bad blog posts.
I’ll take option number one, thank you.
With those options, you’re probably agreeing with me. Maybe not.
Yet, as I drove down the road on this sunny, hot and humid morning, coming back from First Church (that’s another story) I looked at all the cars on the road and thought of all the people driving them. Then I thought of the people who got up this morning to realize the world did not end. Then I thought of those who didn’t get up this morning. It struck me.
For a lot of people, the world did end yesterday.
I don’t know them, but that doesn’t matter. For those who survived the loss of a loved one, part of their world ended yesterday also.
So Mr. Camping wasn’t totally incorrect. He was wrong in scale, wrong in method, wrong in the advertising campaign. Earth is still here. God didn’t come back.
Yet some people went to God.
You were right, Mr. Camping. The World did end yesterday. Just not for us. Not yet.