It's true I couldn't resist poking fun, a bit. I try not to do that about other people's beliefs but sometimes it's hard, particularly when you know you're among the legions of the damned in their minds. At least I didn't do it to anyone's face - just snarked to my friends and on the Internet. But the Campers did give me this - Friday and yesterday I considered briefly whether I'd be happy with my life if the world really was ending - whether I walk the talk, do the work that needs doing. If it turned out they were right and I was wrong, would I have any regrets? I thought I wouldn't. I still just don't want any part of a god who would damn you to eternity in hell for not worshipping him - if even those folks were right I'd rather burn than convert. Not all Christians believe that, I know - but they sure did.
My favorite day for the end of the world is December 21st, 2012 - end of the Mayan calendar Long Count. Not "I know it's coming" but just a wondering. But it's not the sort of thing you repent for. Either it'll happen or it won't. I hope I'll just be feeling sheepish on the 22nd, like those folks probably are today. I hope the woman who gave me the brochure on Friday feels relieved that the world didn't end, not crushed.
ETA: This post says some interesting things about the post-Rapture situation too: http://theferrett.livejournal.com/16203