You hear it on the news. The 'Apocalypse', or 'The Rapture'. Everyone knows what it is. Jesus' return.
I saw an orb, firey, yet completely see-through rushing towards me like an asteroid falling from the sky, except... it was so bright it was like the sun coming straight towards me from the distant horizon. The earth was not damaged by it, no trail of debris or fire. I knew what was happening. I've never seen anything like it before, but I knew it was happening. I looked over at my brother who was with me looking at the same thing, and I tried to say "I love you". But there was no time. I knew what was happening. There was no doubt in my mind. He disappeared into the orb almost as instantly as I did. It's like we both burst into the same particles that made up the orb as it engulfed me and then it lifted me up so high above the earth that I could see hundreds of orbs doing the same thing all over the world. It has happened, and in this moment, I realize something very important. What did I do with my life while I had it? Why did I waste so much time striving for the things of this world that don't matter? Why didn't I just spend that time with the ones I love so much and care about so much? It was too late. It happened and it is entirely too late now. It's too late to apologize, it's too late to hug the ones I love. I can't go tell them about Jesus so they can join me in eternity, and if I didn't make it to eternity and they did, I'd be forever separated from them... I never wanted it to end that way. But I made my choices already.
