And a very happy post-apocalyptic Monday to all of you! Like most of Satan’s minions, I was very disappointed that the much publicized end of the world didn’t happen on Saturday. After all, I’ve seen enough “come the Rapture, this car will be empty” bumper stickers that I figured there would be free cars for everybody by Sunday, but, alas, it appears that Jesus and his celestial dustbuster have let us down again.
Or have they?
I was sitting in the backyard late Sunday afternoon. The sun was warm and it felt like midsummer instead of early spring. On the trees, shiny, delicate leaves were starting to unfold. High above, puffy white clouds dotted a perfect blue sky as swallows swooped and wheeled beneath like tiny fighter planes. Across the street, in the school playground, kids bounced basketballs and rode anything with wheels–skateboards, scooters, bikes. I had, if not everything I wanted (and which of us has that?), everything that I needed.
Maybe the Rapture didn’t happen because we are already in Paradise. Being assumed bodily into Heaven is superfluous, after all, when you already have a little slice of Heaven on earth. All you have to do is open your eyes in order to see it.
Here’s wishing each of you a little time in your personal Eden.