We hopped on the school bus and Jacque allowed me to sit next to her. Though I’d threatened her with my wearing a tie, I tried to look cool enough for her to be proud of me. (Have our roles reversed?)
I was immediately anxious. I hadn’t been on a school bus in a long time. I didn’t remember school bus safety. How do we evacuate in case of emergency?
Could our bus driver do a little refresher? Maybe tell me how to apply those oxygen masks that will supposedly pop out of the ceiling? I’m not even sure about those things. What if they don’t work? I’d really like to try one before we take off.
Where’s my seatbelt?
What about my seat? Does it turn into a flotation device? We would be driving over the Great Miami River and several creeks along the way, I’m sure.
I remember bus safety orientation in elementary school, though I never rode the bus and wouldn’t until junior high. I also remember fire drills. Piercing alarms. Single file. Smooth, calm, collected. Getting out of class.
It might be because of so many fire drills in school that I don’t take any alarm seriously. And I’ve noticed most other people don’t either. If an alarm goes off in a large store or at the mall, all of us will simply continue browsing and wonder when it will stop, not even considering the possibility of a real emergency. We assume either someone pulled the alarm as a prank or a technical glitch is responsible.
Recently, some misguided (many of them are) Christian radio broadcaster pulled a sort of fire alarm, claiming Jesus would return this past Saturday. (I’m actually writing this early on May 21, so if he’s right, you’ll probably never see this.) We’ve heard these kind of claims so many times that we never believe them. But hopefully it isn’t some sort of we-don’t-believe-the-boy-crying-wolf but instead a knowledge of the truth that no one knows when Jesus will return.
When I’m in a store and a fire alarm goes off, I really don’t know whether there is indeed a fire. But when someone claims to know the precise day of Jesus’ return, I know he’s a fraud.
[Jesus] said to them, “It is not for you to know times or seasons that the Father has fixed by his own authority. —Acts 1:7 ESV
I’ve been reading a little about the nature of Christ’s return and the conjecture of the rapture, and unlike others who sit around and watch the sky, a hope is welling within me. A hope I can’t wait to tell you about.
In the meantime, check out some funny tweets prior to last week’s judgment day.