One ponders and one fears. But should one instead welcome the impending terminus of all our journeys? Ought we to embrace the arrival of comets and sun blasts and tsunamis and volcanoes and earthquakes, snakes and John Cusack's worst role in decades?
What is it about Christians that seems to want the Rapture? Has Christianity become so craven that those who are mired in the swamp of it can't wait to get out? That makes me sad because that's not what Christianity is, not by any stretch.
Around 1830 John Nelson Darby, having selected scripture passages from Daniel, Revelation, 1 and 2 Thessalonians and elsewhere, pasted them together, called them a whole, and invented the Rapture, a word not found in the Bible.