Yeah, I’m going there.
I was introduced to Anonymous 4 in a roundabout way. A little over a year ago, I saw a wonderful production of “The Crucible” at the Performing Arts Center in downtown Tulsa. In the off-moments, selections from Anonymous 4’s album Gloryland were played with the intent to evoke an ethereal, mysterious air about the production… and it worked. I’ve since become a bit of a connoisseur of their music and have a particular liking for their album 1000: A Mass for the End of Time. It’s music for the pensive spirit.
The name of the album though is what originally drew me to it. An image of saints being consumed in the mouth of an enormous demon definitely made me think about the feelings of fear and uncertainty that likely filled the hearts of medieval Christians as the first millennium came to a close. Whether we admit it or not, I think most Christians spend at least a little time thinking about when the Lord might return. Why do I think that, you ask? History tells me we do.
I’ve spent a great deal of time this week thinking about what it would mean if Christ came back for us tomorrow. If it really is the case that we can’t know when he’s coming back, I suppose every day could be occasion for such thoughts. But, just the hype alone got me to thinking. Driving back to Tulsa tonight, I thought, “This very well could be the last sunset I see on planet Earth.” That is, assuming Harold Camping is right.
I even asked myself, “Roy-Gene, do you buy all this? Do you really think this guy is on target?” Eventually, I had to call a ceasefire in my mind and just be content to say, “I don’t know.”
In all honesty, if this is the end of my last full day on Earth, I’m not happy with what I’ve done with my time. I’ve wasted a lot of it. I could spend hours listing all the things I’d have done differently, but, in short, if I could change something on a macro level, I’d have loved a whole lot more. I’d have invested a lot more in relationship than all the other stuff. And, really, if you think about, that’s a pretty good investment since relationships are the only things we can take with us.
I decided not long ago that the point of this life is to love, to invest ourselves in each other. It’s what we were made for. We were created for each other, as cheesy as that sounds. Actually, it’s an unfortunate consequence of Hallmark movies that it is cheesy.
It might seem a bit ridiculous, but I’m going to make an End of the World resolution. In short, it’s to love a whole lot more. After all, if you think about it, the entire concept of life as something to be spent in accumulation is really a dreadful one. It’s a worldview without hope and so because it suggests that if this is all there is, then a person might as well get as much as he can while he can. Screw that.
I don’t think anymore that life is something to be “spent” on myself. If true wealth is measured in how much a man loves God and loves those around him, I think that’s a far better treasure to store up.