This morning I was working out on the back deck while my wife was preparing a late breakfast for the family (including extended family that are visiting). Then I walked back into the kitchen only to discover bacon frying in a pan, waffles cooking in the waffle maker … and nobody in the kitchen to tend any of it.
Where was my wife?! Surely she wouldn’t leave the bacon and waffles!
Immediately Larry Norman’s 1969 haunting paean to dispensationalist fatalism, “I wish we’d all been ready,” came to mind.
I took in a breath at the heady thought that I’d been left behind to face seven years of tribulation.
Then my wife walked back into the kitchen from the pantry and returned to the bacon. Larry’s music faded away and I made my way back to the deck, heartened to know that I hadn’t been left behind after all.
At least for now…
