According to a guy named Harold Camping the world is going to end tomorrow. I suppose it could happen, but right now I am scoffing just like those who stood outside of Noah's Ark. Last night I was mowing the grass and wondered if I should have just waited until Sunday, just in case.
Nonetheless, I've been having fun thinking about things I could put off if I knew the end of the world was tomorrow. I could have played the game of "what would I do instead?" But instead, by playing "What could I neglect?," I ironically gained a better appreciation for Jesus' words in Matthew 6:25-33 about being anxious.
No, I'm not scared about the end of the world tomorrow. If I chose, I could just as easily be afraid about "the end" today, given my interpretations of Scripture. I am reminded that today has enough worries of its own. So, when it comes to May 21, it means less if I don't first finish strong on May 20. Tomorrow may not come, but if it does, I hope my actions today make tomorrow even better.
"Your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven."