When I was younger, my father (a minister) told me that I would never see the end of the millennium. He said Jesus would come before then, and life on Earth would be done. He talked about how glad he was that I would never have to suffer and get old. I'm sure he said other things, but what struck me was the fact that I wouldn't reach the age of 30. I probably wouldn't get married. I would never have my own children. I would not have a home of my own, or be a grown-up. I remember timidly telling him that I wasn't sure I wanted Jesus to come so soon, I wasn't at all pleased with the idea of never growing old. He was shocked. How could I not want the Second Coming? Didn't heaven sound so much better than life on earth? Wasn't I waiting to see the Lord?
Well, actually no. I didn't tell Dad, but I felt extremely guilty. I was looking forward to being a grown lady. I wanted a wedding. I couldn't wait to have babies, raise a family, and see what life had in store for me. For years I worried that Jesus would come, and I wouldn't be ready. Not "ready" like the evangelists talked about. Ready as in, done with life here. Full of experiences. Ready to move on to what sounded like a much quieter (dare I say dull?) life. Of course, being a preacher's kid, these negative thoughts gave me guilt. So then I had to worry that if indeed the world ended, and I was not happy about it, that Jesus would know, and wouldn't take me with Him.
When 2000 rolled around, I was secretly surprised, and thrilled. Dad was wrong! I was a grown-up! I might still have time to do all those things, and not worry about the Second Coming interfering with my plans!
I don't know how Dad felt when years passed, and we were still stuck on this planet. I don't know if he has any other predictions about the end of the world, and a timeline for life. Personally, I think I got the best of everything. I have joy, peace, and happiness. I didn't have my life cut short. But I still got to experience heaven, right down to the angels.