Not so rapturous

Oh, Catharine, really!  One more pass at the Rapture.  It*s such an interesting concept.  

People are really so hopeful: hopeful to be right, hopeful to be included, hopeful that there is a real end to bad things and Jesus will come take them out of this hell-hole.  Jesus promised he would come again. It seems we can be assured that it won*t be when we think it will be.  Why should now be any different?  Every time I think I have something mapped out, pinned down,  it changes.  Usually something better comes along which I don*t figure out... for months, maybe years.  Rapture on Saturday at 6?  It sounds plenty appealing, in all kinds of ways.  Leaving the irritants behind?  Also appealing.  It could happen.  Sometimes we do live as if it will never happen.  

It will.

Time: Now, later, much later?

Who: All, most, a few?

The only thing we know is that Jesus will come again.  He promised.

It seems I*m not using the vocabulary right.

I always have to rephrase things,

Put things in my own words.

It goes with the territory.

So let me get this right:

Saturday at 6 PM,

The Already Chosen

Will be given a Free from Judgment pass,

Taken directly to heaven.

I guess it*s called The Rapture

Because the Free from Judgment folk

Will be So Happy.

The rest of us?

Not so rapturous.

We do such odd things

With religion,

Read sacred texts as if every word was packed

With hidden meaning.

What if Jesus really meant every word

Of the Sermon on the Mount?

What if

We believed he died for every single one of us?

Like he said?

What then?

We do such odd things with religion.

All of us

Really all of us.

The religion itself

Doesn*t matter.

We think we have the answers

Full and complete

When all we usually have

Is questions and sometimes

A one-liner

Or two.

The latest thought:

Put dry ice in your empty shoes

On Saturday at 6 PM.

Leave *em guessing.