With all the fundies removed due to intervention by a higher power, I expect that what’s left will be more along the lines of Heaven on Earth.
But just in case, I’ll daven really, really, hard.
Heaven on Earth perhaps till the Horsemen ride & the Trumpets sound, but
maybe you can get sealed among the 144000 or join up with the Moses &
Elijah lookalikes on their 1260 day mission.
This would be a good movie. Well, of course what you are describing already is a good movie, in fact several movies.
No, I mean a post apocalyptic world that is actually literally after the Biblical apocalypse. That kind of survival story, where things are truly wretched, would be pretty cool.
I’ll be grabbing a lawnchair and a cooler full of beer so I can sit out on the front lawn laughing at the assholes who just knew they were going and waving goodbye to all those saved strangers (the Lord knows I won’t know any of 'em) as they head to the promised land.
I figure I’ll be in an alcohol induced coma by the time the zombies and horsemen arrive. Guess I should schedule time for sex before then - there’s no way that young guy at the end of the block is getting saved…his damn door revolves (and they look pretty damn happy leaving).
Immediately after I’d probably turn to the person next to me and say, “Hmm, don’t see that everyday.”
Being a wimp, you are probably right. But it would be similar to the wetting and sobbing I’d do if a victim of the Stalist purges or if accused of witchcraft during the Inquisition (to avoid Godwinization). A God who exists that would torture thousands of good souls for non-belief is not just, nor right and not worthy of worship - and if that means that eventually I wet my pants in front of such a God, so be it.
I want that t-shirt! I would wear that shirt right now!
I don’t believe in Rapture. But that’s mainly because I’m too old for that crap. I believe in the Classic Rockture.
Who wants to join my Straight Dope post-apocalyptic gang of thugs? (BYO-deathmobile.)
We’ll need to have a pre-determined rendezvous point. Let’s meet at the Waffle House at exit 333.
The Waffle House at exit 666 is more fun, and the food is always pipin’ hot.
If more than four car salesmen worldwide get Raptured, I’ll eat my King James Bible.
Given the new information that came to light a few months ago, I figure you’ll be wanting a mulligan on that one…
That was worth making this thread rise from the grave? :rolleyes: