More than 30 years ago, when I was a student at Baylor University, there was a religious sect settled in that part of the country. They announced that on a given day the world would come to an end and Jesus would return. So they sold their possessions, their land, their houses, and they moved up on a high hill waiting for Jesus to come. As a young college student, I can still remember the sense of anticipation and excitement that surrounded that day. Although I did not believe it, I could not get it out of my mind, and all of us had a little bit of anxiety as the day approached. We soon discovered that Jesus did not come back that day. The world did not come to an end. The classes met, the professors gave tests, and those who weren’t ready had another kind of tribulation. We are most often interested in the end time. Jesus is most often interested in the meantime. The future is in God’s hands. No one knows but God.
