Welcome to Roger’s Take on Religion: An Inclusive Perspective
If you are reading this, chances are that the world did not end yesterday.
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin Dance me through the panic ’til I’m gathered safely in
September 23 was doomsday according to survivalist David Meade. Meade’s prediction interpreted the solar eclipse and Hurricane Harvey as the apocalyptic heralds described in Luke 21:25: “There will be signs in the sun, moon and stars. On the earth, nations will be in anguish and perplexity at the roaring and tossing of the sea. People will faint from terror, apprehensive of what is coming on the world, for the heavenly bodies will be shaken.”
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
I’m not laughing at such prophesies, however. The world could end any day, destroyed not by collision with another planet but by a clash between a madman and a dotard.
Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the end of love
Here’s My Take: Consider the followers of Charles Taze Russell who predicted Jesus’ return in 1914. Afterwards they became Jehovah’s Witnesses, ringing doorbells worldwide to proclaim “the last days.” Theirs may be the most honest of religions.
Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the end of love.*
*Lyrics by Leonard Cohen