The first time I was told, “Jesus is coming soon,” I was twelve years old, in seventh grade.  My friends and I had no reason to doubt it.  We thought, “He might come tonight.  Or tomorrow.  But it could be tonight.”  We lived in breathless anticipation.

For me, it all began to unravel seven years later, albeit it hasn’t finished unraveling yet.

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