My 11 year old son is losing sleep over the end of the world prophecy of 2012. What little I have to offer in the way of comfort is not enough. Even when he is able to find comfort in the idea of eternal life, he then starts crying for his cousin, Sophie. “She’s too young,” he cries. And don’t even get him started on the babies of the world.
If he world really is going to end, I’d rather not spend the next couple of years worrying. Now is the time to live — maybe even live like we are dying.
Am I wrong?