As timing, that’s as good at it gets, especially since it’s made clear in the handbook, that no one knows the Day or the Hour. Fair enough.
I have been mildly diverted by the insta posts of the excited deluded posting how they’ve prepared for the Rapture, a twelth century invention BTW, by selling homes and cars, going to prominent places with hands raised, and … waiting.
How would that work exactly? Would the Rapture be at 0000am GMT all over? Or would there be like a rolling tide of Raptees, heading up as the magic hour hits their time zone? As it happens, such speculation must await another Moment, as diddly-squat happened. As the Big Day drew to an inevitable close, I wonder what the duped were thinking? Would it come as something of a relief, shortly after coming to terms with their rather awkward, “left-behind” status, to discover NOBODY went up with a shout of triumph, so at least there wasn’t the embarrassment of not making the cut …
I shouldn’t mock, but I will. If Christians spent as much time feeding the poor and loving their enemies as they do obsessing over dodgy prophecies, the world would be much better off.
