You're all just at least a very, VERY tiny bit afraid that Rapture will occur tomorrow.
I had to drive into New York City today to help my dad move some samples for his job (he sells ceramics and kitchen appliances and whatnot), and we were listening to the various radio stations on the way to the city. Not one DJ went more than 20 minutes without making some sort of reference to the Rapture. They were playing songs like, "It's the end of the world as we know it," "Losing my religion," and, "Spirit in the sky." One radio station does a thing where they play three songs with a common theme and the first caller to correctly guess the theme wins. I knew before it even started that the theme was going to be rapture, and sure enough, the first song that plays was, "Spirit in the Sky." I didn't even bother listening to the next two, but my dad and I guessed "Knocking on Heaven's Door," "Highway to Hell," or, "In the Presence of the Lord."
Why is this on everyone's tongues? Because everyone, no matter how logical or rational they are, is just a little afraid. All those atheists that are throwing Rapture Parties in hotels and restaurants, they're a little afraid. All the fervent Catholics, Muslims, Jews, and any religion in between, they're a little afraid.
Just admit it, there is a very tiny, miniscule part of your conscience that is afraid that tomorrow might be the last day you say your Ned Flander-esque neighbor as he magically floats up towards the heavens.
Am I afraid? No, but I'd be lying if I said there wasn't a little tiny part of me that finds itself entertaining the possibility. The logical and rational part of me knows that it's not going to happen, but a very small part says, "Hey, ya never know for sure."
I had to drive into New York City today to help my dad move some samples for his job (he sells ceramics and kitchen appliances and whatnot), and we were listening to the various radio stations on the way to the city. Not one DJ went more than 20 minutes without making some sort of reference to the Rapture. They were playing songs like, "It's the end of the world as we know it," "Losing my religion," and, "Spirit in the sky." One radio station does a thing where they play three songs with a common theme and the first caller to correctly guess the theme wins. I knew before it even started that the theme was going to be rapture, and sure enough, the first song that plays was, "Spirit in the Sky." I didn't even bother listening to the next two, but my dad and I guessed "Knocking on Heaven's Door," "Highway to Hell," or, "In the Presence of the Lord."
Why is this on everyone's tongues? Because everyone, no matter how logical or rational they are, is just a little afraid. All those atheists that are throwing Rapture Parties in hotels and restaurants, they're a little afraid. All the fervent Catholics, Muslims, Jews, and any religion in between, they're a little afraid.
Just admit it, there is a very tiny, miniscule part of your conscience that is afraid that tomorrow might be the last day you say your Ned Flander-esque neighbor as he magically floats up towards the heavens.
Am I afraid? No, but I'd be lying if I said there wasn't a little tiny part of me that finds itself entertaining the possibility. The logical and rational part of me knows that it's not going to happen, but a very small part says, "Hey, ya never know for sure."