The End of the World is Coming

The world ended on Saturday, or at least it did for my neighbor Joe … and a lot of other people. The world ends for someone every second probably. It will end for all of us eventually. We don’t know the date or the time, but we know it will happen. To me, that’s a lot scarier than the rapture. Especially when you believe that with the end comes the same nothingness we were born out of. Joe got in an ambulance mid-week, and by the end of the week he was gone. He was 82, so he lived a full life, but he was still living it. Right up until the end, an end he had an idea wouldn’t be too far off, he was living his life. I didn’t know him that well, but I don’t think he sold everything to proclaim that he would die soon. I don’t think he abandoned his life and those around him. Just days before he died another neighbor saw him heading out to do something related to his involvement in tai chi. That is the logical approach … to enjoy life and keep doing good until you can’t do either any longer, regardless of why. The only logical reason to be concerned with the end of the world is if you can stop it … which is why we should spend more time worrying about deforestation and pollution and less time worrying about rapture. Some Saturday the world might end, but it hasn’t yet so I’m not going to be resigned to it.