So, an 89-year-old preacher down in California predicted the end of the world on May 21st. I checked again this morning. We’re still here.
What’s sad is that he had followers that sold their stuff—homes, cars, etc—to prepare. Uh, hello? If the world is coming to an end, why would you need to sell your stuff? What were you planning to spend the money on? And where?
Now Preacher Nut is forecasting mostly gloomy with an increasing chance of doom on October 21st. What’s the deal with the 21st? He must like Blackjack.
Those who have actually read the Bible know that the end of the world will come “like a thief in the night”. NOT as a cable repair guy, sometime between 9am and 5pm on a specific date. It’s going to be the ultimate surprise party for the entire world.
But we don’t know when that will happen. It’s why I don’t start reading a new book. I can just see being a couple of pages from the end when….what? NOW? But I just have a couple of…..oh, all right.
I’m big on spirituality, but poor on religion. Religion has always been a place for frustrated and power-tripping leaders to get in there and control the flock (i.e., Reverand Nutjob) Perhaps it’s because I’ve been around long enough to see Jonestown, Bhagwan, Jimmy & Tammy Faye Bakker and even religious idiots thinking they’re doing God’s work by crashing jets into a building full of innocent people.
Spirituality is about you…and God. That’s it. If you’re participating as part of the holy 401K retirement plan, that’s fine. But only you get in because of your beliefs. Not the people around you, not the folks keeping a boxscore on Sunday to see who shows up.
There’s a lot of swirling going on around me as of late. People I know, pursuing what they want to call their religion. But for what they embrace as “non-traditional”, there are actually more similarities than differences when it comes to the part money plays in their experience. That’s too bad.
I didn’t mean for this to become as heavy as it ended up being. This whole concept of knowing when the world will end is wonderful for the comedy writers seeking that next punchline, including me. As October 21st approaches, the jokes will increase and maybe, just maybe, I’ll break down and start a new book in an act of defiance. Or, better yet, watch “Armageddon”.