Jesus is Coming
I was scared. I didn't sleep that night. I didn't know what was about to happen. I had visions of fire falling from the sky and the devil snatching me up (as my granny so often told me he would if I misbehaved). I was traumatized.
Jesus didn't come that night, at least not to anyone's knowledge. Nor did He come the next night, nor the night after that.
But, He is returning. The Word of God ensures us of that. However, God's Word also says that no one, not the angels, nor the Son, knows when He will return. No one but the Father knows. Therefore, the false prophet behind the May 21 Doomsday prophecies must be full of it. He must.
Is there any reason that God would invalidate His Word by revealing the timing of Jesus' return to Harold Camping? If He doesn't want us to know when He will return, then it is very unlikely that Camping has broken some sort of biblical code and come upon an exact date using estimations and fuzzy math.
Though I don't believe that Jesus will return tomorrow, I can't help but be anxious about the time when He does come. Unlike many believers, I truly hope it is not within my lifetime. I suppose this means I am holding too tightly to the world, and that I'm still a young, immature Christian. But, I want to see my kids grow up. I want to be here for all of the firsts. I want to have more time on Earth with my husband. I'm not ready, yet. At some point, I may be. But, not yet.
So, I can't look upon His coming with excitement. I know that Heaven will be more glorious than anything we can imagine, but will there be bikes for my kids to ride? Will there be puppies with which to play? Will there be birthdays to celebrate and messes to make? In the grand scheme of things, I may not be important, but I have my family and I'm content. I don't want to go, yet.