According to radio preacher Harold Camping, the world will end on Saturday, and the faithful will rise to heaven, while the heathens (that’s you and me) of the world will suffer for 153 terrible days before they perish.
Camping is not an ordained minister and is not associated with any church, but he does run an outfit called Family Radio, a network of low power stations in the United States and overseas. He has raised millions of dollars from gullible people who apparently think they can buy their way into Heaven.
Of course, predicting the apocalypse is not a perfect science. Back in 1994, Camping announced that the world would end on September 4 of that year. When we all woke up the next morning, he explained it away by saying that he had made a slight error in his calculations. Jeez, you hit a couple of wrong buttons on your number pad and everything goes to hell. Well okay, it doesn’t go to hell. But you get my point.
Now, I don’t believe for one second that this flake has a direct line to God, and I’m pretty confident that, barring a sudden stroke or heart attack, most of us will wake up healthy and happy on Sunday morning. But then again, I don’t walk under ladders or step on sidewalk cracks if I can help it.
So just in case I’m not here in a couple of days, or worse yet, I’m here, but you are gone, I’m going to miss you all.