After the Rapture
We all just kinda stood around for a while.
Everyone was a little embarrassed, truth be told. The Big Event had happened and here we were, the ones left behind.
It was like at a party when someone’s a little too drunk and makes a bad joke without realising the person they’re joking about is right behind them. There’s that terrible silence afterwards. It was like that.
Anyway. You know what I mean.
And then a few people awkwardly made some bad jokes. Some started crying a little. Some just sat with their head in their hands. Most held up surprisingly well. A few of the kinder ones were explaining exactly what had just happened to anyone who wasn’t aware of the tricker bits of Evangelical Christianity.
And, slowly, the world turned back to normal.
Oh sure, we all know we’re going to Hell now when we die, and that it’s a very real, very terrible place, but for the moment we’re okay. There are more bars now and a lot less churches but there are still churches. The change probably isn’t as big as you’d think. The bell curve of morality has flattened a little, sure, but we’re still here and we still need to get along.
It’s become a running joke now, actually. People wear shirts with why they’re still here on them: Pride, Sloth, Greed. It’s pretty easy to be honest about it, now that there’s nothing left to lose. Hot Topic’s been making a killing.
The only people who felt the need to lie about it were politicians (who’re all still here, unsurprisingly) and that was really only initially. “Administrative error” wasn’t really something that floated well as an excuse as to why they didn’t ascend. Some of them are even campaigning based solely on their misdeeds now.
The strangest thing, though? Every single one of my ex-girlfriends, religious or not, was saved. Every single one of them.
Kinda makes you wonder, right?
