In a few hours life as we know it could be over -- if you believe that today the rapture begins. Logically I think it's a load of hooey but I also feel a scintilla of emotion that keeps asking whether it's possible.
On a purely superficial level I'm going to be ticked off -- I just had my hair done. It's kind of like washing your car right before it rains. Of course if it really is the end, I'm going out looking utterly fabulous.
I've hardly lived a sin-free life but I've been a fairly good person. Am I rapture material? Questionable. I don't think I was given the holy gene. Twelve years of Catholic school, including daily Mass and family rosaries after dinner didn't make a spiritual dent. While high school friends joined the convent, I stood in front of the bathroom mirror with a towel framing my face proving I would make an extremely homely nun. Again, no holy gene. And when I questioned why the pope didn't sell his million dollar art collection and make a donation to the poor, the vein in dad's neck swelled to "call 911" proportions. Maybe my holy gene is recessive.
Less than two hours to go. Hope to see you back here next week, but just in case -- tata and thanks for reading.
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It's a week later and no new blog ... what does that mean ... ?
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