[Nineteenth in a series of posts on Last Things] Encore Post: As the turn of the millennium approached, people began to wonder if maybe Jesus would return. They sold all their property and gave the money to the poor. They went on a pilgrimage. Some gathered with the Pope to celebrate the last moments of the millennium. It is said some died of heart attacks, expecting the end of days. But when the bells of St. Peter’s tolled in the New Year and Pope Silvester the First made the sign of the cross in benediction, the Trumpet did not sound, and the dead were not raised. With great relief, they welcomed in the year 1000.
840 years later, a Baptist farmer became convinced that he had decoded the Bible’s prophecies of the Second Advent. It would be on March 21st, 1843, he announced. So people sold all their property and gave the money to the poor. They traveled distances to hear William Miller. When March 21st came, they gathered with him in white robes. But the trumpet did not sound, and the dead were not raised. The disillusioned called it the Great Disappointment.
Throughout the years, Christians have been tempted to ignore Jesus’ warning that no one knows the day or the hour. (Matthew 24:36) In 1988, one man claimed, “But that doesn’t mean you can’t know the month and the year.” Truly distressed by the trials of this world, they latched onto the thought that they were in the last days. In the process, they missed the work that God had for them to do.
Rather than focus on any one day, Jesus calls on us to always be ready, because we do not know when he will return. That is true not only of the end of days but of the end of your own days. Our lives are short and in God’s hands, who alone knows when it is best for us to be by his side. When that day comes, be it in the end of days or at the end of our days, his angels will come and escort us home forever. In the meantime, be alert! Work while it is still day, because you do not know when you will rest from your labors. Come, Lord Jesus, Come!