The Rapture

Maybe it was the rapture.

Maybe Jesus came and took the ones who were His own: the disappeared, the falsely imprisoned, the abused, and those with no place to lay their heads. 

Just think - - wouldn’t He take those whose bodies are struggling, suffering, weakened by poverty and ill-treatment? And wouldn’t He gather into His arms those whose brains are enchained by agony and distress?

If it was The Rapture would it be so surprising that Jesus took all of those that we have deemed invisible?

We would never notice. 

I think maybe we walk around with salvation right there in our pockets 

like a lottery ticket we bought and never checked. 

It can only be the winning ticket if we take it out and look at it. 

(No guarantee, of course.)

But we don’t want to risk it.

Who are we if we do not at least take it out 

and see the truth of what has been unseen?

There is no rapture for us if we do not really see. 

If there is eternal damnation in hellfire I would rather not. 

I wouldn’t wish it on anyone else, either. 

But if there is a rapture that is filled with comfort, acceptance, and love…

Give it to the invisible.

They will know more than any of us what it means.

Maybe it was the rapture. 

Maybe we just can’t see.