The day the world has been anxiously awaiting has finally arrived. It’s the end of the world as we know it, folks. A civilization of highly superstitious Early Americans that died out centuries ago couldn’t possibly be wrong.
If you leaned out your window this morning, you might have noticed the absence of asteroids falling from the perfectly clear, blue sky. If not, you probably at least turned on the TV or radio to hear reports of the devastation, and might have been disappointed to receive only a traffic report and a blurb about Kate Middleton’s baby.
If you were intrepid enough to step out of your house and/or underground bunker, you might have anticipated hoards of frightened people fleeing for the hills. Instead, if you were close enough to a road, you would have seen the occasional soccer mom in an SUV packed to the brim with Christmas purchases. Instead of the sound of gunfire, screams of terror, and roaring explosions, the loudest sound was the winter wind hissing through the barren trees.
You may have watched the skies all day, waiting for so much as a pebble to fall from the sky. But, considering the fact that you are reading this and therefore are most likely not dead, you can safely assume that the world did not end today. Chances are it won’t end tomorrow either. You see, there is only One who knows which day is the End of Days. He told us “But of that day and hour knoweth no man, no, not the angels of heaven, but [the] Father only.” As clever as we humans like to imagine ourselves to be, there is no way of knowing when the world will end. All we can know for sure is that it will end one day. But then the story will begin anew, with a new heaven and a new earth. This new world will be similar to the old—only perfect, with no death and no pain. And this perfect world will last forever. I’d pass up this old world for that new one any day.
But for now, since the world apparently is not due for its doom anytime soon, this old world will have to suffice. Pity.