Well, it’s taken me long enough to get this blog up and running, so what better night to officially launch than post-non-existent Rapture? It’s got to be fate. Or something. But it’s actually really fitting, because when I finally got up to speed on this whole Rapture thing (hey, I had a busy week, what can I say?), I couldn’t help but wonder what my parents were doing about it. I mean, I know the believers are part of the special Camping religion, whatever it’s called, and my parents are staunch Catholics, but still. They spent enough time telling me I was going to hell as a kid, so this would be right up their alley. And my mother is a firm believer that all natural disasters happen because God wants to punish the sinners who are ruining the world. (Yes, I had a fun childhood.)
But really, Rapture talk, in my humble opinion, was simply another way for these fanatics to have a platform, to take gullible, insecure people’s money, and ultimately, to instill fear. I mean, really, people – 6 p.m. eastern time? You think the Bible gets that specific?
Whether you’re a Camping follower or a fanatic subscribing to another religion, understand this: Your fellow humans who are inherently good people doing mostly the right thing every day don’t want to hear your preaching, your doomsday prophecies, or your judgments. We’re okay. We’re still here. And I, for one, would rather put my energy into doing something worthwhile for a person or an animal – not predicting their fiery destruction. I’m not an expert, but I suspect that might be a better way to get into heaven.