The Rapture Narrative

“The Rapture. Is that why the Lord hasn’t raised us up in Rapture.” “Yes, I’m sure of it. Instead of ascending to heaven, he wants us to take shelter underground, and survive the end of days. He wants us to bear witness to his power, and prepare the world for the return of Christ when we rise up from the cider mill bunker to reclaim God’s kingdom.” Tears began to stream down Mary’s cheeks. She raised her hands to the heavens and began turning in circles. The first drops of rain from the leading bands of the hurricane began to lash the castle. The winds picked up and rumbles of thunder echoed over Sleeping Giant. “There’s one more thing, Mary,” William said, grabbing Mary by the shoulders to stop her from spinning. William stared into Mary’s
The names included James, Susan and Catherine, Reverend Flowers, the doctor, Crocco and his wife, Eric and his parents, Annaliese and her parents, baby Edward, the couple caring for baby Edward, and the two children belonging to the couple who cared for baby Edward. Mary stared at the list. William braced himself for Mary’s anger. On any normal day, the prospect of saving Tabitha’s grandchild and the boy who Susan loved would stoke Mary’s ire. “Do you think he’s the one?” Mary asked. “Who?” “The grandchild of Edward Birch? Do you think he is the Messiah?” “We will have two infants to care for,” William said. “Both infants conceived in wrath, baby Edward and Susan’s child.” “The Lord works in mysterious ways,” Mary said. “It is not our place to question the Lord.” Mary walked down the hallway back towards the Gator parked at the bottom of the castle. William paused for a minute before following Mary. Mary’s Evangelical fervor had rubbed off on him. He stared at the menacing clouds preparing to lay siege to Sleeping Giant. William wondered; when the time came to rise from the embrace of the earth, would he bring forth the Messiah, the anti-Christ, or