Judgment of This World

It’s a joke. It’s a comedy routine.

Doom is coming! Doom doom doom! The world is ending, the kingdom is coming. Head for the hills, run, escape! The end is near! Repent!

So says John, so repeats Jesus, like long-hairs with picket signs at the street corner.

But then it happens, and there’s no mushroom cloud. The sky is still there, sun, moon and stars in their places. Only a little puff of smoke where one man dies in agony on a cross. 

And the world goes on as before. 

This is the judgment of this world? It’s like a cartoon.

Someone must have jumped on the bomb before it went off, taken the hit, and left the rest of us intact.

Appearances are deceiving, because the world does not go on as before. But it takes some looking to discover what’s changed.