I don’t get the Rapture.
Don’t get me wrong. It makes for a great mystery story. Just look at the Christian books and films at the local book store. The Rapture has been used and reused, told and retold over and over and over again.
But the basic tenets of the Rapture are beyond me. It seems to fly in the face of Christ’s own words.
The Rapture, an American construct, is a self-centered view of salvation. Not selfless. Not sacrificial.
The Rapture is an escape clause. A get-out-of-suffering-free card. It supposes that believers are to be exempt from struggle and sacrifice, especially when the world would need Christian examples the most.
Why would we, a blatantly sinful people, be deserving of avoiding tribulations? Didn’t Jesus say the servant is not better than the master?
Early Christians understood this and welcomed their own martyrdom because if suffering was good enough for Christ, then how dare they expect their sacrifice to be less?
Yet, the Rapture presumes just that.
Instead of hoping that we’ll be whisked away when times get tough, we should pray that God sends his grace to us during persecution, so that we may suffer as Christ did, to lead by example and, perhaps, help soften hearts and save a few souls before we die.
That’s fighting the good fight until the very end.