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The End of the World

According to one interpretation of the Mayan calendar, the world will end tomorrow. Or will it? I personally believe it won't for three reasons. The first is that I believe in Jesus and take him at his word. He said that we would not know the day or the hour, and I believe him. He said that he didn't know and that the angels didn't know, so any claim to know is ludicrous. Therefore, people say tomorrow is the day, so it must not be.

A second reason is that there are many interpretations of the fact that tomorrow is the last day of the Mayan calendar. Some feel that the end of the calendar does not mean the end of the world, but rather the end of an era. Another is that the Mayas may not have ever thought we would still be around now. The Mayas disappeared around 950 AD, and they may have thought that the world might end long before the calendar did. Other more humorous ones include the person making the calendar stopping for a beer, wanting to play a practical joke on future humans and simply running out of room for more numbers. Whatever alternate interpretation seems most feasible, the fact that there is more than one proves that there is doubt about the main interpretation.

Last but certainly not least, I believe that God still has a plan for my life, a plan that could not be lived out if tomorrow is the day the world ends. I know that God has a plan for others that I know as well. That being said, there is no way that the world could possibly end tomorrow. There is just so much we have left to do here on this Earth.

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