The rapture was cool, and look we all ended up together. How neat was that?
Perhaps the reason things don't feel much different is that Dr. Pangloss was right, ours is the best of all possible worlds. Heaven on earth and all that. However, I am powerful disappointed. I held out so much hope. I wanted to wake to a new beginning, just as Moses did when he climbed out of the Ark, or Orel Roberts, the day after he wasn't called back for failing to raise his ransom.
So how do we pick up the pieces of our truncated lives? I beginning to think telling the kids mom and dad would be raptured and they wouldn't may prove to have been a mistake. The youngest phoned Child Protective Services seeking asylum. Quitting work and giving away our stuff, may come to haunt, and I may soon wish I had paid the bills, or hedged my bets and kept the house and cash. Any more Kool-ade?
My faith has only strengthened. I like it here. Hell no I won't go.