Things have been pretty quiet since the Rapture, I’ve got to admit.
I didn’t know what to expect because, frankly, I’d never given it much thought. But once it got going I expected it to have some after-effects. I think now we’re left to create our own; to decide what we’re to make of the world now.
I thought the lot of us who were left behind were in for some serious telling-off, I can tell you that for a start. But the reality of it is that it’s all kind of gone back to normal, minus a few hundred thousand True Believers. I’m sure they’re having a fine old time, and all strength to them, but I bet it’s a lot busier where they are than down here. People here have kind of relaxed into a slow-living haze, trying to work out what to do with themselves.
I mean, I know the Rapture was a reward for eternal loyalty to an omnipotent deity, but I’m sure that doesn’t all come to an end once you’re up there. You’ve signed yourself up, haven’t you? The work of a Good Christian Life must go on, indefinitely. Maybe there’s a programme of some sort, like a daily routine of activities. Probably a lot of hymn singing.
Is food laid on, or do you just not need it any more? Maybe they survive on manna from Heaven and nectar of the gods, who knows? Meanwhile, us lot are left down her to get on with life. Plenty of folk are grieving, that’s for sure: those with True Christian mothers, fathers, offspring and the like. Friends even.
But I’m left with mixed feelings, what with knowing that they’re in a better – the best – place, so you can’t dwell on it too long. It’s more like they’ve emigrated to a far-off country, or another planet. Some have tried praying, hoping it’s like sending an email, if only one-way.
But none of us can shake the worry that, when we die, there’s a heaven to go to and we can’t, you know, by definition…