As you may have noticed, the world did NOT end Saturday night. And, for the most part, I think people are pretty okay with that. I agree with the mentality of, "Even so, come now Lord Jesus," but that doesn't mean I'm in a hurry to leave this world. There's still a good bit I would like to do, and I'm not disappointed that I'll have a little bit more time to do it in.
But there are a lot of people who are very, very disappointed. Most notably, those poor misguided souls who truly believed the Rapture was going to roll around at 6:00 Saturday night. Many of Harold Camping's (the May 21st Doomsday predictor) followers spend through their savings, racked up credit card debt, and moved their families across the country to spread the message of Jesus's immediate return. Unfortunately, their faith was misplaced, and they were left broken and disillusioned.
