by John Grant
It was a little before six on Wednesday evening when Beverley turned to me and said it was time to challenge the northbound Dale Mabry traffic in order to get to mid-week church services on time. We gathered our Bibles, sermon notepads and were off to the worship center in Lutz.
With traffic a little more heavy than usual, we were a little behind, but I observed all the rulesâ€¦ stayed under the speed limit, ran no yellow lights and otherwise drove cautiously. So, when we turned onto Exciting Idlewild Boulevard, we were about five minutes late. I thought how I hoped we could get a close up parking space to make a mad dash inside and besides, the temperature was in the forties.
As we turned unto the parking lot, there were a total of eight cars. The place was so dark that it looked like they hadnâ€™t paid the electric bill, save from light coming from the windows of a few pastorâ€™s offices. I guess a few were working late or simply forgot to turn out the lights. There appeared to be less life around there than at the local cemetery.
Then a shiver went up and down my spine. Had it really happened? Had the rapture come and we were left behind? Why, that couldnâ€™t be! We paid our tithe, had reasonably good attendance and most important of all, gave our heart to Jesus a long time ago.
But, no one was there but us. Oh, I thought, they must have cancelled services because of the holidays. So Beverley, who has a variety of bulletins stuffed into her Bible, pulled out the most recent bulletin and sure enough, it showed there was Wednesday evening church, here and now. Now, I was really worried.
Thatâ€™s it, Beverley said, I am calling Pastor Ken. I said to not bother him. After all, if they really did cancel church, something we normally do only when faced with probable atomic attack, he would be enjoying an evening at home and shouldnâ€™t be bothered. And, if the rapture actually had come, he was out of cell range already. So Beverley starts calling everyone else she can think of and all she got from each was a voice mail that they were not available. Now, I was really, really worried.
So we headed back South towards home, an exercise that was easier than our previous trip North. I thought that if the rapture had come, there sure were a lot of heathers on Dale Mabry Highway.
Finally, Beverley could wait no longer and called Pastor Ken. We were both relieved to know that he was enjoying a quiet evening at home, the service indeed had been cancelled and the rapture indeed had not come. I felt better, but it was worth the trip just to know what it would be like to be left behind and to experience the feeling of eternal security knowing that when the time comes our ticket has been punched and we will be on the road to glory.Â
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(a thought on life from John Gant)
John Grant is a former Florida State Senator and is a practicing attorney.
He is an active writer and frequent speaker.Â He can be reached by e-mail at: John.Grant@johngrant.net