In the Early first centuries, when most Christians were still Jewish, they looked for the return of the Savior. It was always pending, and since then they’ve gone through some horrible times — the plagues, the influenza epidemics, two world wars, a holocaust, Stalinesque persecutions — but the day of resurrection never came. Is it finally here?
We now have the coronavirus, a split democracy, ISIS, refugees galore whom it is hard to assimilate, and a drug epidemic. What better time for a return?
Nobody knows. And those who do, are usually wrong. As for me, I have my own problems, and while I petition heaven for insights and wisdom, I can’t say I don’t get help. But as for the final day, who knows?