So tomorrow's the end of the world.
Except it's not because Jesus said that it's not for us to know the day or the hour and I totally believe Jesus and not some weirdo who has a radio show.
So it's not tomorrow. Probably. Hell -- it might be in 15 minutes. We don't know the day or the hour.
If it IS tomorrow, I ask Jesus to let it end before I leave to run the Beach to Bay or wait until I get back. I want to be with my kids and not a bunch of sweaty strangers.
I probably should go to confession tonight, just in case.
Because I want to go to Heaven.
I am not kidding -- I really do. I don't want to go now, but when it's time, that's where I want to be.
I don't want to be one of the ones who stays behind to re-populate the world.
For one thing, I am done having kids. I mean it. You really want to see the end of the world? If I get pregnant again I swear to God I will go nuclear.
For another thing, I am pretty sure after Armageddon all the grocery stores will be out of everything, and the a/c will be out all over the city. I have enough of that after hurricane scares, I don't need it for eternity.
Finally, if I stay behind that means I will still have to turn in that damn report that's due next month and honestly? The end of the world is looking pretty good to me if it means I don't have to do that stoooopid report.
Seriously -- I keep hearing this end of the world stuff. People have been unsuccessfully predicting the end times. . .since the beginning of time.
Don't worry about it.
Get yourself right with God.
Plan for your future, but live in the present.
The end will take care of itself.