Who’s really to blame?

Well, it seems that crazy old coot Harold Camping is at it once again. You know, the guy who predicted the end of the world – a.k.a. the Rapture – back in May. This time around, however, the end-of-times is scheduled for Oct. 21, which, I must say, is downright depressing.

You see, I had big plans for the weekend ... road trip, big wedding for one of my best friends, you know, that sort of thing. Then again, a quick look at Camping’s record and you’ll see the man is, if I’m not mistaken, batting a big fat .000 when it comes to reading God’s mind (it turns out his last day of judgment prediction, five months ago, was more of a “soft” opening, rather than the official grand opening set for Friday).

In other words, May’s Rapture event was a spiritual one, according to Camping, versus the Armageddon-type, fire and brimstone, dogs begin to bark and cats begin to howl variety. Kind of like decaf versus your favorite house blend, diet Pepsi versus that throwback stuff that’s made with Real Cane Sugar and Arena Football versus the NFL.

All I can say is ... oh my, does that all-mighty, immortal being in the sky have a sense of humor or what?

Regardless of whether or not you believe in Mr. Camping’s ridiculous prediction (or even God, for that matter), I’m going to go on record once again and state what should be obvious ... it’s simply not going to happen this time around either. And trust me, that’s not to say the end of the world (as we know it) couldn’t be right around the corner, because, looking at the state of affairs across the globe, it very well could be.

Not to mention the ever-present danger posed by a worldwide zombie apocalypse (sorry, had to sneak that one in there).

No, if the end is nigh, I’m fairly certain we’ll be the ones to blame. Mankind, I mean. Which, I suppose, may have been God’s plan all along.

Whether it’s nuclear, environmental, political, religious or even social in nature, the end should really come as no surprise, if you take the time to really think about it. And I find it ironic that – politically speaking – those who say they cherish God, the Holy Bible and His teachings in general are also the ones so quick to express nonchalance when it comes to protecting the planet He created for us.

That is how that whole deal went down, right?

God creates light and divides the waters above from the waters below, a.k.a. the skies, the earth and sea are named, and God creates the plants and trees and such, followed by the sun, moon and the stars. God then creates all manner of life, commanding them to be fruitful and multiply (which is good, considering our penchant for putting wildlife en route to extinction), including the human race ... in his image, of course. And then, after six days of exhausting work, God takes a break and rests.

Now I’ll admit, I’m not a particularly religious person, at least in the traditional sense. I rarely attend church and – if I do – it’s usually because I’ve been pegged to perform a song or two, something I truly enjoy. That doesn’t mean, however, I don’t have a relationship with God, or at least my version of a higher power. Personally, I find organized religion confusing. My beliefs are between God and myself and, as such, are no one else’s business. As for Mr. Harold Camping and his ongoing (and futile, I might add) predictions of the end, well, I guess I’d have to see it to believe it.

My question? What happens when he’s wrong again? Are we going to have to wait another five months for the “inevitable apocalypse?”

I don’t think so. I think if we’re patient enough, we’ll find that the end will come in its own due time. And the worst part? It will probably be our own damn fault.

Follow me on Twitter ... @evesunbrian.

Today's Other Stories

© 2018 Snyder Communications/The Evening Sun
29 Lackawanna Avenue, Norwich, NY 13815 - (607) 334-3276
Create an Account Forgot Password Help
pennysaver logo greatgetaways logo
We're on Facebook