The Sky is Falling!

One day Chicken Little was walking in the woods when—kerplunk—an acorn fell on her head.
“Oh my goodness!” Said Chicken Little. “The sky is falling! I must go and tell the king!”

We all know how the story goes.

Henny Penny, Cocky Locky, Turkey Lurkey, and Foxy Woxy all get suckered into Chicken Little’s naive assumption and head toward the palace to tell the king about the end of the world.

We’re not so different from these storybook characters.

Thousands of years ago, a heathen culture decided they knew when the world was going to end, and a bunch of us Hennys, Turkeys and Foxys latched onto that idea and ran with it.

Thirty three schools in Michigan cancelled school today, just in case.

The Mayans were very intelligent and advanced in their civilization, but they also practiced human sacrifice. In some of their rituals a priest cut open a person’s chest and tore out his heart as an offering. They also worshiped corn.

I’m just saying, not all their ideas were fabulous, so why did we put so much stock in their calendar?

Why do we want to know when the world ends?

I know some doomsdayers, and they are not fun people to hang out with. Sure, their bomb shelters are cool and their firearms collection is impressive, but their whole focus of life is to prepare for every possible catastrophic scenario, which makes for pretty heavy dinner conversation, especially when you’re eating freeze dried cuisine.

Don’t get me wrong, I want to be prepared and I do have resources ready, but I’m not going live in fear.

Life is short enough and the end will come when it comes.

“But of that day and hour knoweth no man, no, not the angels of heaven, [not the Mayans], but my Father only.” —Matthew 24:36

Chicken Little and friends, please keep your nutty ideas to yourself.

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