Due to a headache, I went to bed early on Friday, and slept a bit fitfully after 9 hours. Anyway, about 4:30 Saturday morning, I heard something that in my groggy state seemed like something slamming into my front yard. Really brief, but pretty loud. I got up and looked out my window, saw nothing, looked at the clock and truthfully this was my thought.
"in a twinkling of an eye, must be the rapture. Wait, I'm here. Do I have any doubts about my salvation? no. positively not. That must mean that I am part of the remnant left here to show others the way. NOOO! I don't want that responsiblity. Lord, I can't handle that. Wait, what time is it, 4 something or other. Did I dream that? Could be, I've slept a long time and my brain doesn't know what to do. Well, I have a tough day ahead of me if it was the rapture, I'll go back to sleep."
And I did. I didn't think of it again until last night when I was watching the news. It turns out that there was an explosion and fire at a house just a couple of blocks from me. Truly horrific damage to house, and someone died. They so far don't know what caused it, but for that 23-year-old it was his last moment. He was gone in the twinkling of an eye. And I realized that I had actually heard something that morning. And then I remembered my reaction. I obviously don't have a great understanding of end times, but I was happy to realize that I was very secure in my relationship with God, and not so happy to realize my fear of the responsibility of evangelism.
I don't have a point, just thought I'd share. If you want more of the story, including some video of the devastated house, there's some
here.
How was your weekend?