Maybe it’s not so bad that the world is ending on Saturday. I mean, I believe in God, I’m a good person and I don’t like most of my possessions. I’ll miss my cats since I found out recently that pets can’t come and you need to get the After the Rapture Pet Care service, and my daughter since we haven’t even baptized her yet. Although I’m not sure if that’s a requirement or not… only time will tell!
I actually think that the listeners of Family Radio make up just about the nicest cult that I’ve heard of. They have spent, what, months? traveling around to warn strangers and friends? That’s THOUGHTFUL. They didn’t just shore up their Jesus time. Or make Kool-Aid. Or murder people in their homes. They took their faith and made it into helpful action. Unlike the Christians who spend their Saturdays standing around throwing birthday parties outside of our local abortion clinic. Um, yeah…
I feel a little concerned about their faith and life path come Sunday, May 22nd. Or I’m concerned for myself come Sunday — that’ll probably depends how Saturday at 6 p.m. goes. Because that’s when it starts. 6 p.m. in every time zone starting with the man-made International Date Line. So Fiji is screwed but us East Coasters will have 16 hours to get right with God. East Coast USA really IS the best! Also, just enough time to get N’s baptism in!
The 6 p.m. part is a bit of a relief because I personally predicted that the world would end in my front yard. Or start to end. And while I do like being first in line, that’s more like the line to get free tickets to a Ben Folds concert. Sorry Fiji, but I’m with those radio guys.
By the way, Judgment Day is going to last five months. And I thought days when my daughter didn’t nap were long!
Although I’m pretty sure the Maya calendar predicts 2012 and those guys built this:
A billboard on the side of route 95 just isn’t as impressive.
So I ask: What are you doing for the Rapture?