Well, if you haven’t heard by now, we’ve got until Saturday to do all the things on our bucket lists. This leaves me disappointed that I’m going to enter the afterlife without being able to scratch “drive a flying-car” and “pet a cloned wooly mammoth” out.
Yes indeed, according to Harold Camping of Family Radio, the rapture is scheduled for May 21, 2011 —> this weekend.
I’m not going to link to a story about this for you to see for yourself like I normally would, this has been so widely-reported that if you haven’t heard it by now (I got a flyer in the mailbox from HC’s group yesterday) google will give you more than enough information to become familiar with it.
Actually, I was just going to let this one go by without comment since, A) I’ve known about it for over a year now and am really quite bored with the topic and, B) there’s really nothing to say that hasn’t been said. But now several folks have asked for my opinion on it in the past week, and so I guess I might as well weigh in here too.
No, Virginia, there will not be a rapture on Saturday.
It really just baffles me how anyone can claim to know the day and the time. I mean, if Jesus Himself is kept in the dark, what makes anyone think they can arrive at the correct point on a calendar, and on their own steam, no less? Only supreme arrogance or unfaltering stupidity.
Anyway, Harold Camping claims he arrived at his date by using numbers found in the Bible, etc., and people are buying it.
Hey, if it’s “in the Bible” it’s gotta be true, right? (that’s called irony, people)
But that’s precisely why it’s so sad. I mean, instead of trying to read between the lines in the Bible and attempting to discern some hidden, secret message, why not just look at what’s clearly printed?
You know, simple stuff, like:
“But concerning that day or that hour, no one knows, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father.”
– Mark 13:32
“Therefore you also must be ready, for the Son of Man is coming at an hour you do not expect.”
– Matthew 24:44
The Bible is not some playground, where fools can walk where angels fear to tread. It’s not there to be “figured out”, like some kind of 2000-3500 year old Rubik’s Cube. It’s a clear message from God, to His people, in which He reveals His Son to a doomed world to save the least of us.
Maybe on May 22nd Harold Camping and the people he’s deceived will begin to realize that.