The Official "End of the World" Post
With the coming rapture tomorrow, I'll probably not get around to another blog post in this lifetime. Unless there's a wireless connection in paradise, I guess. Then I'll try and sneak one in just to let you who didn't make the cut know how it is. (And it will be magnificent!)
Being a Christian I have to look at these claims objectively. If Harold Camping was the real deal, why was he wrong in 1994? Prophets, at least the good ones, aren't typically wrong, especially about things as significant as...oh...say the end of the world. Those they tend to nail a little better. Evidently his math was a little off and after further review, May 21st, 2011 is it. I've seen the math and, frankly, it made my head spin. Most math does though.
In any case, it seems like there are a number of broad based assumptions that went into this oh-so-precise doomsday prediction. My favorite part of the whole thing is the 6:00 massive earthquake prediction. Someone called into a radio show about that timing, and asked what time zone it was related to. Furthermore, what happens in states like Indiana where Daylight Savings Time is not recognized? Does it come an hour earlier within those boundaries?
It's all very confusing. I'd rather it just happen on like September 26th 2022 or another random date And while I'm at it I'd prefer it happen on a Monday, because Mondays suck anyways, and getting pulled up to heaven surely beats the drudgery of my Monday morning work routine. Frankly I'd really rather not know when it's going to happen, and I'm sure not going to stock up on guns, water and Spam. That's because I fully intend to not be around to need it.
You see I can poke fun at this guy and his prediction because, as I say, I have nothing to fear. My wife and I had this discussion last night. There's a question about the numbers that will be chosen as God's elect, something like 3%. Small numbers when you think about the total percentage of people that claim to be Christians.
Yet at the same time there are several references in the Bible, and might I say the entire tenet of the Christian faith is based around Romans 10:9 that reads: "If you declare with your mouth, “Jesus is Lord,” and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved."
I say, if the "chosen elect" is based on something hidden over and above this tenet that I and millions of other Christians did not know about, well then, that's terribly, terribly unfortunate for us. However, I tend to trust in the perfect love of God and have complete faith that Christ was sacrificed for our sins, so that those who see that, recognize it, and respond accordingly (the important part) are going to see Him again in heaven. If I didn't have confidence in that, I wouldn't be so snarky about an 89 year old crackpot preacher who didn't like any church he was in, so chose to start his own. After all, the Bible speaks repeatedly about false prophets too. Kinda makes me wonder if Mr. Kamping's going to be in heaven when I get there.
I try not to get too political or spiritual in this blog as they can be fairly divisive subjects. However, I also refuse to hide my faith. If you know me at all, you know how much it means to me.
On a lighter note, today was a beautiful spring day. Put together with yesterday, it actually strung 2 nice days together. It's been a miserable spring so far, in fact the other day when I got home from work I heard the furnace on. In May. Mid May. Not right.
My daughter got her license temps yesterday. I took her to the DMV and we waited in all the various lines and waiting areas. It's a brand new facility and is much nicer than it used to be, but still a bureaucratic process to be sure. We started at the "Information Desk" where everyone starts so they can tell what they're there for, be given a number, and herded to a waiting area. We waited until the photo guy called her name (not our number that was given us mind you, but her name) and she got her picture taken. Then we sat back down until her number was called by an automated voice.
We stepped up to a out appointed counter and she took a vision test that was a farce. She was asked to read line 4 and when asked, the automated voice started talking and I couldn't hear any of the letters she was saying, and I don't know how the clerk could have. She passed though and we were instructed to wait by the issuing window, which we did. 5 minutes later her name (not her number) was called again and we picked up her license and were on our way.
Now that was easy, wasn't it?
I felt sorry for the people in line behind us who forgot to get a birth certificate for their son who was trying to get his license. Been there before...
Well, tomorrow is a big day, obviously, and I've got to finish some painting before the big earthquake, so I'd better go for now.
Blogging off...
Being a Christian I have to look at these claims objectively. If Harold Camping was the real deal, why was he wrong in 1994? Prophets, at least the good ones, aren't typically wrong, especially about things as significant as...oh...say the end of the world. Those they tend to nail a little better. Evidently his math was a little off and after further review, May 21st, 2011 is it. I've seen the math and, frankly, it made my head spin. Most math does though.
In any case, it seems like there are a number of broad based assumptions that went into this oh-so-precise doomsday prediction. My favorite part of the whole thing is the 6:00 massive earthquake prediction. Someone called into a radio show about that timing, and asked what time zone it was related to. Furthermore, what happens in states like Indiana where Daylight Savings Time is not recognized? Does it come an hour earlier within those boundaries?
It's all very confusing. I'd rather it just happen on like September 26th 2022 or another random date And while I'm at it I'd prefer it happen on a Monday, because Mondays suck anyways, and getting pulled up to heaven surely beats the drudgery of my Monday morning work routine. Frankly I'd really rather not know when it's going to happen, and I'm sure not going to stock up on guns, water and Spam. That's because I fully intend to not be around to need it.
You see I can poke fun at this guy and his prediction because, as I say, I have nothing to fear. My wife and I had this discussion last night. There's a question about the numbers that will be chosen as God's elect, something like 3%. Small numbers when you think about the total percentage of people that claim to be Christians.
Yet at the same time there are several references in the Bible, and might I say the entire tenet of the Christian faith is based around Romans 10:9 that reads: "If you declare with your mouth, “Jesus is Lord,” and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved."
I say, if the "chosen elect" is based on something hidden over and above this tenet that I and millions of other Christians did not know about, well then, that's terribly, terribly unfortunate for us. However, I tend to trust in the perfect love of God and have complete faith that Christ was sacrificed for our sins, so that those who see that, recognize it, and respond accordingly (the important part) are going to see Him again in heaven. If I didn't have confidence in that, I wouldn't be so snarky about an 89 year old crackpot preacher who didn't like any church he was in, so chose to start his own. After all, the Bible speaks repeatedly about false prophets too. Kinda makes me wonder if Mr. Kamping's going to be in heaven when I get there.
I try not to get too political or spiritual in this blog as they can be fairly divisive subjects. However, I also refuse to hide my faith. If you know me at all, you know how much it means to me.
On a lighter note, today was a beautiful spring day. Put together with yesterday, it actually strung 2 nice days together. It's been a miserable spring so far, in fact the other day when I got home from work I heard the furnace on. In May. Mid May. Not right.
My daughter got her license temps yesterday. I took her to the DMV and we waited in all the various lines and waiting areas. It's a brand new facility and is much nicer than it used to be, but still a bureaucratic process to be sure. We started at the "Information Desk" where everyone starts so they can tell what they're there for, be given a number, and herded to a waiting area. We waited until the photo guy called her name (not our number that was given us mind you, but her name) and she got her picture taken. Then we sat back down until her number was called by an automated voice.
We stepped up to a out appointed counter and she took a vision test that was a farce. She was asked to read line 4 and when asked, the automated voice started talking and I couldn't hear any of the letters she was saying, and I don't know how the clerk could have. She passed though and we were instructed to wait by the issuing window, which we did. 5 minutes later her name (not her number) was called again and we picked up her license and were on our way.
Now that was easy, wasn't it?
I felt sorry for the people in line behind us who forgot to get a birth certificate for their son who was trying to get his license. Been there before...
Well, tomorrow is a big day, obviously, and I've got to finish some painting before the big earthquake, so I'd better go for now.
Blogging off...
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