So this is slightly tongue in cheek:
The end of the world. Here we go again. They have said it before and they will likely say it again.
For months some guy has paid to have billboards up around the freeway to say that the rapture was coming on May 21st. He has had his fleet of vans with the wording on the side about the rapture. He said that he spent his entire life’s saving on letting the world know that the rapture was coming.
In recent days, I have heard of those who have stopped their chemo therapy since the rapture was coming. They wouldn’t need it. I have heard of others who have given all of the accessible cash to charity because they’re not going to need it.
There are people who are charging $150 to take care of your pet that you leave behind.
The fervent religious folks know that they are going to go to heaven in just a short time. They know that they will leave behind many of their friends and family who did not have their faith. They are sad to leave them behind but they are joyous that they are finally going to gaze upon Jesus’ face.
There are those who say that it will happen at a certain time and that it would happen at the same time. So each time zone would have their rapture. The others say that it will happen at the exact same time all around the world.
The end. It will be here in just a little while. According to the clock on the microwave, it will be in just a few minutes.
So why am I at home? I suppose it is because of the Irish in me. During the potato famine in Ireland, many would hide in their homes to die. A private people. I guess if I will just die, I would rather not be in the public. But if I am honest, it is because I know that I am not as pure of heart as those who are to go in the rapture. It is my husband with his pure heart. He is over sitting at his laptop. Working on photos and absolutely unconcerned about the whole thing.
I look back to the microwave. Not much longer. “I love you,” I say quietly.
“You know there is nothing to worry about, honey.”
“The rational side of me says that, but the naïve side is thinking maybe.”
“We have looked at the bible. It is very clear that we don’t know when it will happen.”
“I know but,” I began.
“Come here,” he says. I walk to his side. This is what I had wanted anyway. He stands and wraps his arms around me.
“There is nothing to worry about,” he kisses my forehead.
I catch a glimpse of the clock. It’s time. There is supposed to be an earthquake and the pure will be taken to heaven. His face is smiling above me when