Good morning, Netizens...
The fact that you are reading this Blog this morning is but one piece of evidence that Harold Camping's prediction of the Rapture arriving at 6:00 PM yesterday did not work as planned. Perusing the news sites early this morning, I have not read any estimates of how many of the faithful actually had their celestial bags packed and ready for departure, although history is filled with various other predictions that the end was about to arrive where it never happened.
Who could forget the episode of the Hale-Bopp comet when 39 members of the Heavens Gate cult committed suicide in order to reach an alien aircraft which was supposedly following the aforementioned Hale-Bopp comet? These people believed by ingesting a mixture of phenobarbital mixed with applesauce or pudding, all washed down by vodka, they would hitch a ride on the alien craft following the comet. Sadly enough, they died under horrific circumstances and none of them ever returned to this sphere to tell of their ride with the aliens.
The Bible, which tells us what little is known about the Rapture, when Jesus Christ will come back to earth to claim his faithful and take them into heaven for eternity. The Bible also tells us that no one will predict when that time is nigh, which leaves people like Camping wasting their time, and every generation seems to have someone eager to predict the end of time. My personal version of the Rapture is that Jesus is coming, but boy, is he ever mad at the way we on Earth have laid waste to our lovely planet, wasted our human resources and ignored the lessons he sought to teach us all about love, life and laughter.
So, in retrospect, Harold Camping probably will issue a lame excuse for how his misjudged the date the Rapture was to take place, and for yet another day you will have to tolerate this funky, grumpy old man peering into the Virtual Garden, watching the ghosts dancing around the Virtual Ballroom and speculating about when our time will come. It is purely speculation, and I make no certainty about my vision of the end; simply that someday it will come.