It’s a bit quirky that the liturgical calendar which starts today with the first Sunday of Advent, usually begins with some thoughts about the end of things. The end of time, specifically. The end of the world as we know it.
There is a human desire to know in advance when that end will come. I think it must be because of some completely irrational idea that we might avoid it. If you know it’s coming maybe you can duck? But, as Jesus says, no one knows.
Still, people try to figure it out, as if it were nothing more than a tough riddle. And so it seems like there is always somebody somewhere offering up a prediction about exactly when the world will end. In fact, just this fall there was a prediction that caught a lot of traction.
A man from South Africa announced that he had been given a dream that told him the rapture would come September 23 and 24 of 2025. For anyone who is unaware, the idea of the rapture is that suddenly, in an unexpected and unannounced moment, the faithful will be scooped up out of this world. This notion, by the way, is a distortion of biblical beliefs. There is a brief passage in one of Paul’s letters to the Thessalonians that describes how Paul thinks the end times will affect both the living and the dead. And there is this passage from Matthew, although in this case, Jesus might actually be saying that it is the unfaithful ones who could be swept up.
This South African man explained that the rapture was all about the 2026 Soccer World Cup, the connection being that with all the chaos that results from the rapture, the World Cup would end up being cancelled. I don’t know why that’s important. Perhaps Jesus doesn’t like soccer, but I find that hard to believe.
So, in preparation for this rapture, lots of people offered free advice. Don’t make any plans for the weekend, they said. Leave your phone unlocked, and maybe your house too, just in case someone you actually care about is left behind.
Just recently I saw a list of things to do while waiting for the world to end – compiled by someone who was thinking it might be coming soon. It included things like 1) forget about that plan to refinish your floors; 2) scratch War and Peace off your list of books to read; 3) don’t worry about your Christmas card list; and 4) do you really need to make your insurance payment? Just relax. What’s the point of doing anything?
Not exactly a faith-based perspective, though. I think of the story about Martin Luther being asked the question of what he would do if he knew the world were to end tomorrow. His answer was, “I would plant an apple tree.”
Back when I was a campus minister there were a couple of these end-of-the-world predictions that people grew obsessed with. There was Harold Camping, the man who used some kind of creative math to calculate when the end would come. And when the end failed to come, he checked his work and realized he had made a mistake. Then there was this notion about the ancient Mayan calendar that caught on like wildfire. It seems that someone suddenly noticed that this calendar which had been around for thousands of years, ended in 2012. And they concluded that the Mayans must have known something. There were college students I worked with who were pretty disturbed by that. Afraid that it might be true.
When I talked with these young adults about the end, I could see they were afraid. And it was not because they lacked faith. It was more about a kind of disorientation of their lives. They said to me that everything they were doing was focused on the future. Whether it was the term papers they were scrambling to get finished or the career they were hoping to find at the end of their college years. The student debt they would begin paying off when they got that good job. It was all somewhere out there.
But when I asked them what they would do if they knew the end was near, they struggled to reorient themselves to this present-moment focus.
What would you do if the end of the world was coming tomorrow? Eat more pie? Binge-watch all the TV shows on your list? Sleep late? What would you do?
There are lots of things we do that are unimportant – maybe because we have too much time or too little focus. Looking at the end, however, does have the effect of helping us to see what is most important. It gives us a sense of urgency. And it is not a bad idea to give it some thought: what would you do differently if you approached life this way? What would you change if you had that kind of focus?
If you suddenly realize that this moment counts, that every moment you are living counts, this might be the best thing that could happen to you – what would change?
It seems like when you are facing the possibility of the end, there are two roads you can take: despair or hope. Despair if you feel that there are too many things you haven’t yet done and too little knowledge about whatever comes next. Despair if you feel unprepared, like you forgot to study for the test. Despair if you believe that your life has been a failure and only judgment awaits you. Despair is deadly.
But the way of faith is different: it is about hope, and this hope is available to anybody.
Because Christian hope is not based on the foundation of whatever our life circumstances are. Our hope is based on the possibilities of God even in the worst imaginable life circumstances. And, while these are not the worst of times, there are some things that give me pause.
It is apparent to me that, even though most of our lives are pleasant enough, we are living in very anxious times. It is in the news and media we consume every day. It is in a certain uneasy feeling we have about the economy we are living in. It is seemingly in the water we drink and the air we breathe. We are living in anxious times, and it is hard for us to navigate through the murk of anxiety to locate hope.
Yet there is a way. And it is urgent that we find our way to hope.
The German theologian Jurgen Moltmann, who died last year, wrote frequently about Christian hope throughout his career. But in the last few years, he wrote of his concern about nurturing “a culture of life that is stronger than the terror of death, a love for life that overcomes the destructive forces in our world today, and a confidence in the future that overcomes doubt and fatalism.”
The way to nurture that culture of life is the way of hope. And the way to hope is through community.
Community is something we make, of course. We find our clusters of like-minded people, kindred spirits, we might say, with whom we enjoy conversation and meals and other things. But community is also bigger than these circles we select. Community is where God places us and includes all the other people God places there.
In our community, like all communities, there are many people who lack some of the basic essentials for life. We are aware of this. This congregation is pretty conscious of the needs surrounding us, and responsive to them. We understand and embrace the ancient Christian values of mercy and compassion that Jesus taught us.
But something that is a little harder, a bit more of a stretch, is to embrace the value of community. The belief that whatever our circumstances we are all in it together.
The notion that the rich and the poor live in the same world.
When we lose sight of that, there is a deathly loss of connection, of community, and no matter how much money you have, a poverty of community will bring despair. I think this is the deep cause of our prevailing anxiety.
Quite simply, every human being needs to feel that someone cares. This goes deeper than material needs. It is beyond providing food, paying utility bills, or having a bed to sleep in. The human connection is the most essential of basic needs.
If you knew that the world would end tomorrow, I think the thing to do would be to make human connection – with anyone. Everyone. To look at a stranger and see another human being. To speak to someone with kindness, even if that person is wasting your time. Even to see someone who has committed a dreadful crime, like the man who shot two National Guard members last week, but still know that this person is not an animal, or whatever word you might say in anger, but a person made in the image of God – just like us.
This is something that would be worth doing if you knew that the world would end tomorrow. And, since we don’t know when the world will end, but it could end at any time, then this is something worth doing every day.
