It’s probably a good thing the Mayans are no longer around. I think they’d feel quite mocked, although I am certain their capital would be surrounded by press trucks, their leading elders would all be fielding interview questions, and their cultural norms would be the subject of much scrutiny.
While there are a few folks who seem to be hedging their bets I haven’t had anyone offer up their cars, homes or credit cards for me to use here in the last 24 hours. So I think it is safe to say most of us don’t believe.
But what if it were all coming to an end tomorrow?
Is there a food you have always wanted to try?
Is there a movie you’ve wanted to see?
Is there one last Angry Birds achievement to beat?
Is there a boss you’ve wanted badly to tell off?
Is there one last beer to drink in order to finish the Old Chicago World Beer Tour?
Is there someone you’ve always wanted to kiss?
Is there someplace you’ve always wanted to travel?
Is there a flight that gets there today?
Is there someone in your life who needs to know how much you really love them?
Is there someone who you need to share your faith with one last time?
Is there someone from whom you need to ask forgiveness?
Is there someone you need to forgive?
Maybe the gift of the Mayans is not the knowledge that the calendar ends. Maybe the gift of the Mayans is a reminder that we should live our lives as though tomorrow IS the end of the world. Maybe the novel idea of living with daily intentionality, with fatalistic purpose, or with a sense of urgency is one worth considering.
If today were truly the end of days then what would each of us do?
Would we drink and dance, confess our love, or go one last time to the zoo?
Would we take a risk?
Would we roll the dice?
Would we bury our heads ‘neath the sheets?
What would YOU do given 24 hours to be sure that your life was complete
What are you going to do with your last day?