If only the Mayans were right

If only the Mayans were right.

I'm not not talking about their practices or beliefs or general interpretations on life of course.

But rather about tomorrow. How amazing would it be if the world really did end tomorrow?

If Friday, December 21 was the end of the world that would mean that on Sabbath, December 22, I could see my Grandparents again.   It would mean that, should Christmas be celebrated in heaven, this December 25 we could sing O Holy Night with the angel choirs.

It would mean that the new year would bring a truly new life without the need for resolutions.

So while I'm pretty clear that our sun will rise on December 22, I can't help but feel a bit of disappointment with that statement.  

The wait continues for that day which C.S. Lewis describes in allegory in the last page of the Last Battle,  "But for them it was only the beginning of the real story.  All their life in this world and all their adventures in Narnia had only been the cover and title page: now at least they were beginning Chapter One of the Great Story, which no one on earth has read: which goes on forever: in which every chapter is better than the one before."

But if we wait it must be for good reason.  Peter reminds us in the text below:

"But the Lord is now slow in keeping his promise, as some understand slowness.  He is patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance."
2 Peter 3:9

So until the day dawns and the morning star finally rises in our hearts, may we be faithful and may we continue to learn how to love God and one another.