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I love this poem! Captures so much of what that community felt like! In the 80’s, much of my childish mind was preoccupied with terrifying images of the rapture received from church. Sometimes being alone, I would suddenly be overcome by the fear that nobody else was around because they’d all been taken up and I’d been “left behind.” Thank God, literally, I found other theological options!

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Amen, R.G. Amen.

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Whoa! This one man. This is my teen years.

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How did we make it out alive? I also had a wonderful bumper sticker on my Corolla that said, "What's worse than nuclear war? Eternity without God." Mushroom cloud, red letters. Sigh. . .

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This poem says it all so well! The imagery is beautiful too.

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