Did I Ever Tell You About the Time I Thought I Missed the Rapture?

Well guys, the rapture did not happen on Saturday as Mr. Camping had predicted. Big shocker, huh? He claims that the Bible lends clues as to when the end will come. Apparently, he missed the part of the Bible that notes people will unsuccessfully predict the end throughout time.

Funny story: Dad called me at 6:05 p.m. on Saturday (Camping predicted a rolling rapture - 6 p.m. in each time zone) and said, "Hey, have you seen your mom?"

Since the topic of the end times has been thrown around a lot lately I have been reminded about the time I thought I missed the rapture. For those of you who know me, you will finish reading this story and think to yourself, "That is typical Kendall".

It was about three years ago. Beau and I had been married for a few months and were living on the third floor of an apartment complex in Maumelle. My office closed early on Fridays so my normal ritual on those days was an afternoon nap. It had been a busy week so I was exhausted and somewhat delirious (although had this event occurred when I was fully rested, this story would probably sound the same.)

I had just dosed off when all of a sudden I heard a crazy, loud trumpet sound. It wasn't to a song like Taps, instead it was like someone was blowing just as loud and hard and they could over and over and over again. I sprung out of bed because in my head was, "Oh. My. Gosh. This is it!!!!" Looking out the window I saw nothing, no trumpeter, no cars, no people, N-O-T-H-I-N-G. Our complex was super busy so at any point during the day there was normally non-stop activity; people walking their dogs, sitting on their porches, getting in and out of their cars, etc. The stillness really increased my belief that it was the end.

The whole time I was frantically searching for signs of life the alleged trumpet was blowing non stop. Mind you, it sounded like a nine year old was playing but it was a trumpet sound, nevertheless. I kept thinking, "Surely God would have picked a better trumpeter." But the next thought was, "I don't think the Bible said it would be Louis Armstrong either." After a minute of seeing nothing and hearing nothing but trumpet, I started to worry that I had missed the boat which was pretty disheartening considering I am sure of my salvation. So I decided to call people who I believed would go in the rapture.

I, again, feel the need to say that I was really, really delirious at this point.

The first person I called was Beau. No answer. I tried to tell myself he was busy at work and probably couldn't talk. Next I called Courtney. Again, no answer. I really started to panic especially since the trumpet stopped as I got her voicemail and the apartment complex was still eerily calm. Then I moved to my Dad and got nothing. I was on the borderline of an anxiety attack at this point. Then I began scrolling through the contact list on my phone until I read, "Mom". Because if anyone was going to Heaven it was her. Right before I called it occurred to me that there was a chance she would not answer and it was for one of two reasons. One: she was busy or Two: she was registering for Heaven's softball team. Either way, her not answering would send me into full hysteria. So I laid down, took a deep breath and told myself, out load, "Left behind or not, either way I'm going to need a nap." So nap I did and after about thirty minutes, one by one, Beau, Court and Dad all called me back. I think I only had the nerve to tell Beau what happened because I felt so stupid.

To this day I have no idea where the trumpet sound was coming from but I'm pretty sure it was some kid who had just started practicing and has no clue he was responsible for my rapture panic.