Yep, that’s what the article was called! Click on the link to read it!
At the end of days, there will be reports of things seen in the sky!!
A major earthquake in China. An ash-spewing volcano in Iceland interdicting European air travel…!
It just so happens that I was having breakfast with a born again Christian this morning, too. I was at a conference for water supply engineers in Atlantic City, in the Trump Taj Mahal. I was reading Zola’s La Terre the night before. Could you ask for more of a contrast?
The fellow at my breakfast table spoke with a decidedly un-urban NJ accent as he was from Vineland, an agricultural region in the southern part of the state. He pushed his sliced sausage away and remarked, “I try to stay away from pork now. I’m born again, and they didn’t eat pork and that stuff in the Old Testament.“ No, they did not. And this good Christian is keeping kosher. I wasn’t eating sausage or bacon either, but only out of concern about my waistline.
He referred to the incident in Exodus, ch. 15 I think, in which Moses makes some filthy water fit to drink for the Israelites by breaking off a tree limb and casting it into the water. “That’s the first recorded instance of water purification technology, I like to think,” he said. I mentioned that I too had been reading The Book, and asked if this was not the incident that led to Moses being excluded from the Promised Land. He was more informed than I, and corrected me with the citation of another passage in which Moses strikes a rock in anger to bring water to the tribes. His anger did not please God, and he was denied passage. “But he’s in heaven, he just didn’t make it to the Promised Land,” my companion said. Dante felt differently, and in The Inferno, Moses is one of the righteous unbaptized consigned to Hell’s first circle.
Business travel always disconcerts me. I stood on the sand of Atlantic City’s fabled beach, with huge, garish gambling casinos behind me. What in the hell was I doing there? A mind, confronted with a world, the world, not of my own making. No sense to be made of it. In Atlantic City, I feel like John Lennon met Zola’s La Terre in my mind: as I walk around, I can hear him singing,
And you think you’re so clever and classless and free,
But you’re still fucking peasants as far as I can see,
Just so it’s clear, I include myself in that latter group…
Yep, though I’m beating a dead horse, I must say it once again: The END is nigh!
Sample this end-of-days rhetoric from an editorial published in over fifty newspapers worldwide, led by the UK Guardian, my emphasis.
Unless we combine to take decisive action, climate change will ravage our planet, and with it our prosperity and security. The dangers have been becoming apparent for a generation. Now the facts have started to speak: 11 of the past 14 years have been the warmest on record, the Arctic ice-cap is melting and last year’s inflamed oil and food prices provide a foretaste of future havoc. In scientific journals the question is no longer whether humans are to blame, but how little time we have got left to limit the damage. Yet so far the world’s response has been feeble and half-hearted.
Many of us, particularly in the developed world, will have to change our lifestyles. The era of flights that cost less than the taxi ride to the airport is drawing to a close. We will have to shop, eat and travel more intelligently. We will have to pay more for our energy, and use less of it.
Repent, oh ye sinful ones. The Day of Judgement is at hand! I particularly like that phrase, “…a foretaste of future havoc.” What did climate change have to do with the rise in oil and food prices? Nothing? Doesn’t matter, it shows us what we’re in for.
Oh reader, pauvre lecteur, must I direct you once again to the source of these following words, or have you already made the connection?
After having considered the chequered history of humanity’s response to the issue of drainage, as well as the spotty and feeble reaction to the recent crise one cannot but look to the future with dismay, and perhaps fear…We must arm ourselves with all the material and spiritual forces at our disposal… or else our culture is doomed to destruction.
Extrapolation from our present condition … yields a vision of Busting sewer mains and all waters of the world made as wormwood, unfit to drink. Mankind would be reduced to a primitive state of disunity …while the monument of our era’s accomplishments would gradually be submerged… In this hell on earth all laws of sense will be overturned, men will go mad for lack of water to drink… the Few Who Know will be the object of arrogant derision. And it is the folly of human inaction which will bring down on us this recapitulation of the Flood.
Not convinced? Check out this scholarly article: Seven Bowls of Wrath: the ecological relevance of Revelation:
Catastrophic effects of climate change invite comparisons with the “plagues” or wounds of the earth described in chapters 15 and 16 of the Book of Revelation. The seven Bowls of Wrath can be interpreted as an ecological parable for the decades ahead, as the impact of several centuries of human exploitation of natural resources and the effects of pollution threaten to result in a number of global calamities in the areas of human and animal health, environmental decline, habitat destruction, population displacement, and physical suffering caused by increasingly violent and frequent storms. Although symbolic admonitions, the “bowls of wrath” demonstrate an unusually sophisticated insight into the organic connection that exists among biologica) and geological systems and also the consequences of wantonly disrupting this balance through human greed, oppression, and malice. Finally, the compensating divine response to ecocatastrophe ends not in ultimate punishment, but the renewal of the cosmos and the healing of the nations. Revelation is a message of hope as well as warning and a summons to repent.