So I’m writing a check at the grocery store this morning and I realized it’s May 21st–you know, the day some Christians say the Rapture is coming. I don’t know which Christians are making this claim, only that it’s been a butt of jokes among some of us more “refined” Christians. Apparently, it’s also a joke to the grocery store clerk, who said, “Yeah, when I heard that the world was gonna end today, I just cracked up.”
She laughs at the time to come. Proverbs 31:25
Anyway, it occurred to me that maybe I better make good use of this day, since it might be my last on earth. So here’s what I’m gonna do:
I’m gonna drink my favorite tea and put on some Irish music because it makes me feel good. I’m gonna sit on the porch with a cat on my lap. I’m gonna crack a boiled egg, the ones home grown by my friend Jim, and eat it by the open window, in the company of the birds at the feeder: the rose-breasted grosbeak, the indigo bunting, the oriole and the goldfinch and the blue jay and the hummingbird (I’m not making this up, you people who don’t live in Wisconsin; you have no idea!) I’m gonna stare at my daughter because she’s so beautiful and eat a lot of asparagus fresh from the garden. I’m gonna call my sister in California and pet the dogs, no matter how dirty they are. I’m gonna feed the chickens and make hamburgers for lunch. And at 6 PM, the time they say the world is ending, I’m gonna crack open a couple beers, one for me and one for my incredible husband, and turn the music over to jazz, because everyone knows God listens to jazz.
I was gonna clean house, but I’m re-thinking that now.
And if I wake up tomorrow and the world is still here, hallelujah, I get to do it all again!
I can think of no better reality check than to live a day as if it were your last. Maybe this is one reason I have turned my heart toward the churches out there that are struggling for their survival. God is giving you this chance to ask yourselves: if this were our our last Sunday, our last Pentecost, our last potluck, our last choir anthem, our last Sunday School class, what would we do and how would we do it? Do you want to spend your last days together fighting over the sacred objects or replacing the sump pump in the basement–again? Or do you want to spend it looking at each other with love, listening to the beautiful music you can make together or even, like one church I interviewed, cracking open a sixpack and laughing together at the time to come?
Happy May 21st. May it be a good last day!