Whew.

Well, thank God. No massive earthquake has swallowed us all. Harold Camping's prediction that May 21 would be "Judgment Day" has surprisingly fallen flat. Or...maybe God judged that He should rain check because old Mr. Camping friggin' leaked it early and totally spoiled the real surprise. God can't, of course, go back on the whole "no man knows the day or the hour" part. Anyway, it made me realize just how bad I want justice in our world. I want the wicked to stop it already...f@cking ruining everything, making me carry unweildly keys around everywhere cause I have to lock my shit so some asshole doesn't make off with it, selfishly thinking that their own shit is WAY more important than yours or mine, parking in handicap spots, driving solo in the car pool lane, wife beaters, pedophiles, murderers...you know...the people that are REALLY asking for it. A giant earthquake is really just the thing to get their attention. But NOOOOOOOO. It was just another day. No Jesus descending from heaven, no rapture, no justice. Today was a beautiful day. I held my daughter until she fell asleep, ate dinner with friends, went for a walk in the woods, had a few beers. It would have been a great note to end on if after all that I was whisked away to heaven...the old Enoch's Epoch.

My theory is that instead of justice...we get grace. And thank God for that. If you put me on those giant scales and weighed me and my vices, my selfishness and my sins, I would be found lacking. But believing in Jesus means believing in the grace that gives us love when we deserve judgement...and dare I say it...believing that that grace extends to all 7 billion of us. I don't know what happens after this. All I know is if I believe that God can love me, I have to believe that He can love ANYONE, no matter their circumstances.

What will I do with all this love I've found? What about this grace to live another day?