Several members of my church have commented on this sign, which is outside the church just up the street from us. The sign sez, “Resurrection: Which one will you be in?”
“What does it mean?” they ask, with a nervous giggle. “Not totally sure,” I reply, with a nervous giggle.
Maybe it’s referring to the rapture, that widely-held but not-so-biblically-sound idea that God is going to lift the saved “up” to “heaven,” and leave the rest here to experience really awful things for a while.
As you may have heard, a small group of folks, followers of Harold Camping, believe this is going to happen on May 21st. Like, in a couple weeks.
I don’t generally get all theological here. But I’m going to just go on record as not believing that. And I’m going to go on record as not believing that God wants us spending a lot of time sitting around predicting the date of the end. Nor does God want us living our lives in fear of it.
Our church doesn’t have a sign with moveable letters out front. If it did, I might post a quote from Julian of Norwich: “All will be well.” Or I might post this: “See you in church on May 22nd.”