In the midst of a global pandemic and extreme civil unrest in the United States, is it alarmist or conspiratorial for Christians to talk a little bit about the end of the world? I think not.
For my part, I’ve been thinking about the end of the world for most of my life. In my evangelical home growing up, we talked about how much we loved Jesus, and we knew he was coming back one day. No big deal.
Things changed when I was thirteen, and my two sisters and I began attending a private Christian school. It was 1993, and end times prophecy was about to become a cottage industry. But long before the Left Behind novels of Tim LaHaye and Jerry B. Jenkins, there was Donald W. Thompson’s 1972 film A Thief in the Night, followed by three sequels. The administration at our school broadcast these movies over closed circuit television in our classrooms. Overnight, my eschatological hope turned to terror.