If you saw THIS PROJECT 52 POST over at Allenaim, you might have noticed that the air was that beautiful kind of misty haze with sunshine cutting through...it was just one of those nights. One of those nights when everything seems perfect and serene and hopeful and calm and perfect.
Too bad it was May 20th. The day before crazy Mr. Camping said the world was going to end. Now, as a preacher's daughter and the proud owner of a Bible minor (thank you Cedarville!), I was well aware that we are not going to know the time or date of the rapture, but I'm still a tiny bit gullible. It still scares me a bit when people start predicting the end of the world. I still get queasy thinking about my kids and the rapture... I'm not quite ready for it all and how dare Harold Camping take a perfect night and put a tiny bit of fear into it.
Anyway, the 21st came and went and clearly we are all still here...including Mr. Camping. ...but doesn't it make you think about Noah...how everyone laughed him away as a joke while he was building a ginormous ark because the world was going to flood? I'm sure people had "flood" parties making fun of him too. I'm sure people got mad because they ruined their perfect evenings with tales of a coming judgement.
I know I said an extra prayer that night...and then moved on to enjoy the beauty our Creator gave us...the air was that beautiful kind of misty haze with sunshine cutting through...it was just one of those nights. One of those nights when everything seems perfect and serene and hopeful and calm and perfect.