It's sad to think about how many people are going to die at the end of the world. And they don't even know it. It's like we're headed for this giant train wreck, God has tried to warn us, but nobody seems to care. Like in the days of Noah, people will be eating and drinking and enjoying themselves before the stuff hits the fan. Man, that's sad.
I talk about the reality of the flood a lot with students. We use it as a cutesy kid story with animals, but really it was the death of millions of people - babies, women, small children. It's sad. Hopefully I can channel that emotion into something productive, rather than feeling hopeless. JM