Last week I read NASA scientists
have predicted our Milky Way galaxy will collide with the “neighboring”
Andromeda galaxy in four billion years. Since a collision of galaxies isn’t
something that happens every day, I immediately checked my calendar. “Good,” I
thought, “I don’t have anything scheduled that day!”
Then I remembered some “experts” have
declared the Mayan calendar predicts cataclysmic or transformative events will
occur this year on Dec. 21. In which case, at least from our perspective, the
projected meeting of the galaxies would be a moot point.
Actually, I wasn’t planning on
holding my breath until the galaxies merged anyway. First of all, that’s a
really long time to hold your breath. And second, I suspect I’ll be busy doing
something else by that time. It would be fun, though, to hear the news
commentaries. “And now, for an on-the-scene report from Astra Nebula, standing
atop the asteroid Whizboom….”
The Mayan prediction seems more
compelling. If it’s accurate, there’s no need to start thinking now about
Christmas presents. We’d be able to cross that off our to-do list. But for
church music directors, they’d probably still want to go ahead with plans for
Christmas cantatas and choir extravaganzas. They’re usually held a week or two
ahead of Christmas, anyway. Nothing like a cantata going out with a bang, I
always say.
Then I came to my senses, at
least a little bit. I remembered what Jesus said about end-of-days
prognostications: "No one knows about that day or hour, not even the
angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father” (Matthew 24:36). If even Jesus couldn’t tell His followers
when, who are we to speculate?
He also warned
about dwelling too much on the future. “Do
not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has
enough trouble of its own” (Matthew 6:34). There’s nothing wrong with
planning, but there’s something wrong with becoming so preoccupied with the future that we fail to pay sufficient attention to the present.
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