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Goodbye Cruel World

Sometimes events that permeate the social conversation make me feel strangely uncomfortable. Recently this happened with the Royal Wedding. I tried to keep my distance from it as much as possible. I can't really rationalize why it made me uncomfortable – it just did. Maybe it is the whole fairy tale narrative that surrounded the event. Reality isn't about being the one girl who meets a prince and becomes a princess. Reality is being a regular person meeting another regular person and building a loving family. Maybe I was just uncomfortable that these two people had to partake in so many rigorous traditions instead of building a wedding around their unique personalities.  Or maybe I just think that the notion of a Royal family is antiquated.

Regardless of my reasonings, I was very glad when that hoopla was over.

I seem to find myself uncomfortable once again.

If you've been stuck under a rock for the last few months, Harold Camping, a Christian radio broadcaster, has predicted that the Christian Rapture would take place on Saturday, May 21, 2011 (today) while the world will come to a complete end five months from now.

Of course, this notion has come under serious (and often hilarious) criticism from many Christians and non-Christians alike. Christians who don't subscribe to Camping's predictions have been quoting Matthew 24:36 ("But about that day or hour no one knows, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father"). And everyone seems to be Tweeting and Facebooking and marketing #therapture.

As for me, all of this makes me uncomfortable. Maybe it is because as a Christian, I hate to see other Christians make a fool of themselves. Maybe it makes me uncomfortable watching people play with the notion of the afterlife and the end of the world so nonchalantly. Or maybe I am uncomfortable because the end of the world (or the end of my life) is just as likely to happen on May 21, 2011 as it is on any other day. And I feel unprepared.

The whole notion of living each day like it is your last is so cliché, but today it might just be appropriate. It is highly unlikely that the world will end today or that 200 million Christians will be called up to heaven or that I won't wake up to see tomorrow. But, how do I know?! How do I know what is around the corner?

Today might not be the end of the physical world, but it will be the end of a metaphorical one. May 21, 2011 marks the end of a world where I am ungrateful for all I have. It marks the end of a world where I don't appreciate the time I spend with my family. It marks the end of a world where I don't kiss my husband and my son every opportunity I have.

Goodbye cruel world. I can't wait to see what this new world will bring!
 

Rapture Day Family Fun
Photos taken today
14 months, 2 weeks, 1 day old

Somehow, I feel much better about things now.

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About Mommy Miracles

I’m Laura. Wife to Dan. Mama to Cameron and Gavin. Blogger. Photographer. I’ve been declared “baby crazy” by my husband. I’ve been blogging since 2003 when I was a teenager. My first blog post ever begged forgiveness for all the future blog posts that would follow. Consider that still in effect. I met my husband through blogging, I planned a wedding while blogging, and we tweeted the births of both of our sons. Consider this my memoir, my legacy, my letter to my children and my hand reaching out to other Moms. I love being a wife. I love being a Mom. I love blogging. And I can’t wait to meet you.

 

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