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A Rapture Story

It is September 23rd, 2025 and the world is wondering if the Rapture will take place tonight or the 24th. I want to tell you a Rapture story. The one and really only time I got caught up in the human-hoopla of it all. 

I must've been about seven or nine years old. We were living in this groovy house that I wish i could go back today and buy [there was a short Julie mango tree in the yard]. Anyways, some pastor dude on TV [local, I think], who was NOT my own pastor, said that the Lord would show up that very weekend. 

I remember my grandmother laughing, walking up the stairs from the living room to the kitchen side. I was sitting down watching this report on TTT [the one local tv station at the time - Trinidad & Tobago Television] thinking about all of it.

You see, I was already studying adult theology classes at my young age. People tell me I was bantering philosophy with my grandfather since I was four. Religion and Philosophy and the understanding of all things were my jam. And I had enough brain cells to know better. MY OWN PASTOR didn't endorse this. THE BIBLE didn't endorse this. There's a whole scripture that says, "no man knows the day nor the hour...". It's coming, it's just that Earth-Dwellers [and also Heaven-Dwellers] don't know, save The Father God Himself. Yet ... it didn't stop me looking up that Saturday. I'm sure I slept but I also don't ... know?

Sunday morning came and we went to church. Everybody's standing during Worship; giving thanks to God enjoying the fellowship of the saints [Christian terminology for "we just vibing in church"]. Me? I'm singing the songs and worshiping with one eye open. I'm straining through the concrete blocks to see if the clouds broke. I'm petrified. Did I tell you that? I'm seven or nine, maybe ten, and I'm PETRIFIED. Because if the trumpet sounds from the angels and you get left behind? in this world? to deal with anti-Christ and scary ass scorpion teeth lion mane monsters chanting "Abaddon!" ... no thank you. Yeah, no read Revelations. I'm seven / nine / ten years old, scanning and straining, not listening to my own pastor's sermon because What if God ... and am I ready?

Eventually service ended and we all walked home. I don't fully know where I'm going with this. I still obviously believe in the cracking of the skies and the beam me up scotty of it all but i'd NEVER believe some rando giving a time and date. But it's so weird to see Christians, ["Christians"?] buying into this. You know, we get upset when people make fun of the absolute bonkers parts of our Faith and religion but we kinda annoying, you know. RaptureTok? Ah chance. Please. 

And with everything going on in the world, the chaos, the marriage of White Nationalism bleeding into mainstream Christianity and then EMBRACED across the world ... the hatred of it all, maybe it's a good thing it's not happening tonight or September 24th [Happy Republic Day, T&T]. Because if it did ... the way we are now, some of us would hear, "Depart, i never knew you" - a phrase that terrifies me the way my seven / nine / ten yr old frame was. 

end. Be Well.

TJH

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