I have to admit something. I am not exactly proud of it, but I will justify it because I was only twelve at the time. Maybe some of you will find it amusing…..
So I used to be absolutely freaked out thinking about the end of the world. It kept me up at night. Literally for hours. I could not wrap my brain around the concept of eternity (still can’t) and I would lie awake scared to death of it. And then, I found a loophole (or so I thought) to put God in a box and stop the second coming of His Son. Tricky, tricky….
I knew by Bible well enough to know that “no one knows the day or the hour.” So, what was so genius o