Rapturous Disappointment

randomlychad  —  May 26, 2011 — 4 Comments

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In the wake of last weekend’s non-rapture, I’m feeling nothing so much as disappointed–in Harold Camping (how could he be so irresponsible?), my fellow man (how could so many go along with Camping?), and frankly that it didn’t happen (not that I’m anxious to see the destruction of mankind, mind you).

Even though I know better than to heed the–what else can we call it–the ravings of a crazy, self-deluded old man, somewhere deep down I hoped.

How about you? Are you looking forward to His return? Are you ready for the Lord to call us all home?

I mean isn’t that how the Bible ends anyway? “Even so, come quickly, Lord Jesus.”

From our vantage point on this side of eternity, He sure seems to be taking His time. Maybe He’s still building mansions, or something?

I don’t–we don’t–know, because Jesus hasn’t told us. He has this annoying habit of engaging in the Socratic method, of answering questions with questions, or worse yet, spinning yarns. He tells stories when we want simple answers. (As much as we may want it to be, the Bible simply isn’t that kind of book. It’s more compass than map).

Or He remains silent, writing in the dirt, waiting for the milling crowd to leave.

(It strikes me that God seems to be about nothing so much as the business of giving us just what we need to know to either join His team, or not, and not a scintilla more).

Still other times, He was decidedly frank, like when He said that “no man knows the day or the hour.” I take Him at His word on this–Him being the Word, and all.

Even so, this past weekend, I wanted to have (as I said above) hope, because I’m tired. Not tired of living, not tired of my family, not tired of blogging, but just weary. Weary with the state of the world, weary with sleep apnea (though I have a CPAP device), weary of drowning my pillow with drool at night (overactive salivary glands)–just weary, and worn down.

So, yes, I had–deep, deep down–hope, because I believe we are supposed to look forward to Jesus’ return. But the tension here is in the living: living like He could return at any time, though He hasn’t (bodily) passed this way in some 2,000 years (insofar as we know).

How about you? Are you looking forward to Christ’s return? I know I am.

“Even so: come quickly Lord Jesus.”

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  • I know a guy who was really worried about it. He asked me what I thought--my initial response was “Bring it on!” That is still my response.

    • Amen, my friend, amen!

  • I am looking forward for His return. There are times when I want him to come more than others. Before I got married I def didn't want him to come back. When I've been stressed because of something that I have to do at work I really want Him to come back.

    • Isn't that the truth? The key to the Christian life, it seems to me, is striking the balance between hopeful expectation--indeed, cultivating it--and living faithfully day-in-and-day-out. I can certainly identify with your sentiments. Thanks for commenting!