Another Rapture Day
I was born in 1994, which means I have already lived through more “end of the world” predictions than I can count. Y2K, Mayan calendars, blood moons, rapture charts, and dates circled on calendars that came and went like any other Tuesday. If you are a millennial like me, you probably remember the way we sat through documentaries or church series about “the end times.” Sometimes half scared. Sometimes half rolling our eyes.
And here we are again. Today people are saying “the rapture is happening.” My feed is full of videos about it, and I can feel that familiar tension rise in me. The same mix of “what if” and “I have heard this all before.”
This time it feels louder because we live in a world that thrives on trending moments. People are making “OOTD for the rapture” posts. It is almost embarrassing. One, it is not happening today. Two, if it were, it deserves more than an outfit check.
The truth is, Scripture is very clear. “But of that day and hour no one knows, neither the angels of heaven, nor the Son, but the Father alone” (Matthew 24:36, NABRE). If He did not know the day, what makes us think we can circle it on a calendar?
The danger is not whether the rapture happens today or next year. The danger is living in constant panic instead of constant preparation. Fear freezes us. Faith frees us.
As a single mom, I cannot spend every day spiraling about “what if this is it.” I still have lunches to pack, laundry to fold, bedtime stories to read, and a little boy who deserves my presence. And maybe that is the point. The best way to live ready for Jesus is not to refresh social media for the latest prediction. It is to stay faithful in the small, ordinary things. Choosing kindness. Extending forgiveness. Raising my son to know he is deeply loved by God.
Scripture says, “Therefore, stay awake, for you know neither the day nor the hour” (Matthew 25:13, NABRE). Stay awake does not mean stay anxious. It means live aware, anchored, and faithful.
When I look back at all the “end of the world” days I have lived through, I realize the pattern is always the same. Fear takes center stage. People grasp for certainty. And then the date passes and we are left with the same choice we had before. Will we live by fear, or will we live by faith?
I do not know if Jesus is coming back today, tomorrow, or in a thousand years. But I do know this. I want Him to find me steady. Loving my little boy. Encouraging the people around me. Trusting His heart more than my own fears.
So yes, the internet may be buzzing with predictions. People may be making content out of something that deserves reverence. But I do not have to join the panic or the noise. I can breathe and pray,
Lord, steady my heart. Help me live ready, not afraid.
At the end of the day, my hope is not in knowing the hour. It is in knowing the One who holds time itself.
