'Rapture'

All my life I have heard the story, but I never thought there was much to it until tonight.  The book of the Bible that talks about Christ's second coming is called Revelation, I think, and if that's true, it's appropriately named.  I really don't know why I am bothering to write this.  I suppose I feel like I have just seen the monster that I was always scared was in the closet but never really believed existed.  It's all for nothing really.  Time has stopped for us that are left.

It didn't happen so much "in the twinkling of an eye" as everyone has always interpreted that scripture to mean.  I have read a whole lot of scripture since about 4:30 this afternoon, and have concluded that us humans pretty much suck when it comes to interpretations.  This will become obvious, especially to those who know some scripture, as I go on.  Anyway, one of my office walls is completely glass, and conveniently faces east.  Thus, I had a perfect seat to watch the most spectacular sight I have ever seen.  I say it was about 4:30, but that is just a guess.  I didn't think to look at my watch.  If you have ever seen the funnel of a tornado fall from a big storm cloud, you can get some idea of what it's like to see the heaven's part.  Man, I'm talking the sky DISAPPEARED.  The clouds parted and there was nothing but black underneath - for a moment at least.  Then this white light just engulfed everything.  You know, it was like those pictures we have all seen of the old atomic bomb tests where they set the thing off from, like, 100 miles away and it was still as bright as this huge flash bulb going off.  It was blinding.  When I could see again, the hole in the eastern sky was still there, but now there was something else.  Where there was once blackness through the hole, now was like daylight - and it was moving.  Swirling, jumping, changing colors, and flashing in places.  It was like nothing you have ever seen.  I would have sat right in my chair, mesmerized by that light, if it hadn't been for the loudest trumpet blast I have ever heard.  From nowhere, but from everywhere it seemed to come.  Windows shattered (mine cracked all the way across), car alarms went off, and every dog for miles around began to yelp.  Then just like old John wrote it, "the dead in Christ rose up to meet the Lord in the air".  That's right boys and girls, from every corner of the earth they seemed to come to that daylight filled hole in the sky.  Most of us have had visions of decaying skeletons flying above us and junk like that, but it wasn't that way at all. Only the souls were going.  Ashes to ashes and dust to dust goes the saying, and I guess the Lord really didn't need them old bones after all cause' it looked like he didn't take a one.  I said it wasn't much like a twinkling, it was more like ten minutes.  And if you think about it, it makes sense.  It should take a little while for all those saints to rise up and get going.  But I ain't exaggerating, I sat there and watched Jesus take home his people for what seemed like forever.  Right then and there, watching it all happen, I fell down on my knees and began to scream.  Screaming because that was all I could do.  I wasn't going anywhere.  Like it would help, I started praying and chanting and reciting all the rosaries I could remember from my catholic school days, but there was just nothing there.  It was like God had taken his phone off the hook.  Then from nothing more noble than terror, I got up off my face and looked out the window again, just in time to catch the real end to it all.  The last soul, straggling behind like a kid on a field trip, blended into the light behind the hole.  Then that was it.  The clouds shut like a door on the sky.

For the first time in forever (it seemed), it occurred to me to look down over the city, and what I saw scared me to death.  Everywhere cars were stopped, people were running and screaming, fires raged, and chaos completely ruled.  That's when it occurred to me that it will be like that from now on because all the love is gone from the world.  There is nothing left to damn up all the evil and fear that has been let loose on us all these years.  My Bible reading tells me that this is the start of what's called the "Tribulation".  I looked that word up and it means "great misery and distress".  There ain't much interpretation to that, is there?

Well, that's about it.  I left the office (which was clearly understaffed now), and walked home.  Literal hell had come down and everything was crazy, but I didn't really notice much.  I just kept thinking that I feel like a kid who's mom has run off and left him in a big department store.  Now, I just got finished with my third (of many) whiskey sours, and there’s not much left to say.  As soon as I get drunk enough, I will take my own life.  I mean, with death the only thing left to look forward to, why wait?