I don't mean to make light of the END OF THE WORLD or anything but I was just a tad bit glad that May 21, 2011 wasn't it because my house did not meet rapture standards.
I have always had company standards and vacation standards, but now all of this end of days talk has made me create rapture standards.
I clean before we go on vacation so my relatives don't talk about me at the funeral. Well, they can talk but I want it to be about my casseroles and not my toilet bowls. I make sure everything is dusted, the bathrooms are scoured, and the trash is taken out. I have a fear that we will all die and my mother and mother-in-law will enter the house appalled at my poor cleaning abilities.
"I always suspected," they would say.
Company standards trump vacation standards. In addition to the typical vacation standards of clean floors and uncluttered counters, company standards include pressed pillowcases and good smelling bath soaps.
Obviously, rapture standards trumps everything else. I am not certain what I will add to rapture standards but I'm pretty sure I'll be going through our movie collection. Not that we have anything that one would call questionable but I know some people may want to pillage my Gone With The Wind collector's edition.
I'll be spending this week cleaning house. If those crazy folks decide to predict a new date, please give me a good, solid week. I haven't done the baseboards in forever.
All of this rapture talk has made me ponder my faith, my spiritual readiness, and yes, my dust bunnies, giving new meaning to "Get Ready."
And, yes I will be grateful when Christ returns and takes me out of here, but is it a sin to hope that my house is clean at the same time?
On a serious note, are you ready?