Jesus is Coming, Look Busy

This Sunday we celebrate Palm Sunday and then we will have services every day for a week so that by noon on Easter, we will have enjoyed 11 worship services in eight days. It'll be a busy week next week and we are counting on God showing up for our worship. But what if God shows up first in the form of the Second Coming? What do you want to be doing when Jesus' returns?

I'm not saying that you can't get to heaven if you are eating wings at Hooters when Jesus returns, but really, is that where you hope to be when the last trump sounds?

I hope I'm preaching, teaching, or doing something pious. I hope I am not wandering around Blockbuster trying to decide on which movie I'm in the mood for. Or on second thought, maybe the Second Coming would get me out of that dilemma.

So what do you wish our Lord found you up to on his return? And then the obvious follow up is what are you waiting for? Because we kinda think God will see you either way, right?

Just sayin'.

For a more serious take on the same subject is the sermon from our archives The problem with the Rapture on our page of study materials Demystifying Revelation.

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The Rev. Frank Logue, Pastor

William Butler Yeats: “The Second Coming” (1921)

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
hings fall apart; the center cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand;
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries
of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?