Yesterday, came and went with no reports of the Rapture happening — as was predicted by one Christian group.
I was disappointed. OK… I knew the Bible says that no one will know when Jesus’ will come the second time… and yet… I am so ready for the life that He has promised in Heaven.
I love that for a day… there was such conversation around Jesus and His coming. I thought that was kind of cool. I have heard the sermons… fire and brimstones… since I was a little kid. I will admit that my dad had a way with stories… of making the time of trouble.. the time before Jesus’ coming so real and scary.
Now… 40 years has gone by and I have to admit often I get passive in my thoughts of heaven and Christ’s second coming. I certainly do not talk about it with my kids like my dad did with us. I really need to … not scare them, of course, but maybe I have become so passive that I just don’t even think of it as happening in my life time.
So, yesterday, as I was sitting on the beach, watching the boys, my eyes looked up to the heavens… and I found myself watching… and wanting. I found myself yearning.
It woke me up… Jesus is coming again. I need to stop being so passive. I have to admit that the story of Israel wandering the desert for 40 years… I always felt sorry for them. That is a long time. That is a long time to wait for God to deliver His promise. I am sure I would have been part of the grumbling and whining.
I feel like whining now. Jesus, can it be time now… for You to come?
I feel sorry for those that were disappointed yesterday. And yet… I appreciate the wake up call.. yesterday.