Rapture ready?

I could make a list of things that we can do as Christians to serve Jesus, but all that ends up being is a list from which to reference different things to choose from. Is that what we need to do to serve God? Eeny meeny miny mo------ this is the area of service to which I will go. That's a bit pragmatic, don't you think? We all have gifts, which oddly enough tend to be cultivated in the lives we live as children of wrath before we repent of our sins and turn to God. Not always, but often.

I am convinced He is using me in these last days before the Rapture to try to plant a seed of hope and curiosity about Him in the hearts of those I meet.

I think that is what it has all come down to. You don’t have to shout from a mountain-top to be heard. You don’t have to put up bill-boards and run full-page ads in the newspaper to make a point. You can just sit down with some of the other regular shmoes you meet each day and tell them about how God is working in your life. What better occupation in which to be engaging when He comes to call you home?


I always ask and talk to someone about the rapture.
He thinks I’m obsessed and probably a little nuts for believing in “the whole Jesus thing”. They smile, not condescendingly, really—patiently, I guess, when I remind them that when the time comes and I disappear they are NOT to take the mark of the beast, just give in and be one of the 144,000 witnesses and accept Christ right away. They thinks they know better. But if the Rapture happens before I die, and they are there to witness it all the things I’ve told them will come back and, hopefully, they’ll finally believe—I pray daily that the Rapture will happen while we are in the same room so there can be no doubt.

All this may not seem like much, but I can at least plant the seeds. So can we all—with a friend, an acquaintance, a relative who is not a believer. Who knows who you might be preparing for the Kingdom just by telling them you prayed for them? And my motto has become, “When there’s a delay—it’s time to pray.” Talk about passing the time in traffic! There’s always an endless list of people who need prayer, including me.

I’ll never make a huge impact on the world. But I hope that when I finally get to meet my Father and look Him in the eye I won’t be completely ashamed of my efforts. I want Him to place His hand on my head and smile and tell me I did alright—that I didn’t disappoint Him as I fear that I do. And then I want Him to smile on my husband as he comes marching proudly through the pearly gates and I get to tell him, one last time, “I told you so.” by someone_else