How can I not profess my thoughts, when this is what I have to look at on a daily basis?
The Rapture is probably one of the strangest phenomenons to emerge from the annals of religious doctrine. Wikipedia defines it as “a term in Christian eschatology which refers to the ‘being caught up’ discussed in 1 Thessalonians 4:17, when the ‘dead in Christ’ and ‘we who are alive and remain’ will be ‘caught up in the clouds’ to meet ‘the Lord in the air.'”
My credulity had always been stretched when, at one point in time, I was supposed to believe that the Plagues of Egypt had actually occurred; but at a later date, when I heard a religionist speak his heart about belief in the Rapture, I really had to scratch my head and wonder what was going on. As I heard the declaration, I questioned reality. I felt like I was in a wide-awake dream, that what I was hearing was imaginary, something my brain had contrived to ease whatever I may have been going through at the time.
Eventually, I had to accept it. Said person truly believed in the Rapture, and I am astonished to this very day. Sometimes I want to bang my head against the wall and other times I just want to cry. When I see signs about the Rapture, though, posted on a major street in broad daylight, in the year 2013 as it is, I am simply stifled with bafflement; yet furthermore, I am a little miffed that people can pass it off as fact and gain tax-free financial rewards.
The anti-theist is at least polite in his mode of money marketing, with use of words like “probably.”
Here’s your corresponding J&M to ease the sting of it all: