It's almost getting boring writing about this every September 6th, but today is the 17th anniversary of the sun not ceasing to shine, the moon not turning to blood and the stars not falling from the sky. It is the 17th anniversary of Harold Camping's first of many, many failed eschatological predictions. Having established a perfect record in his predictions, many of his followers ignore his prediction outcomes and believe in them anyway. Even after every calendar in the world proves him wrong.
In one way, I wish his 1994 prediction had come true. You see, Major League Baseball was in the middle of a player's strike, and the last game played before the strike was on a Thursday night, the only night game in the majors that night. It was in Oakland and I was there sitting in the bleachers! Had the world ended in September like Camping predicted, I would have had a ticket stub to the last game ever played in all of history! Now how much would that ticket stub be worth today? But as it was, the world didn't end and baseball played again in 1995. Darn! Or, should I say "damn!"?
Q: How does Harold Camping's friends console him when his predictions turn out wrong?
ReplyDeleteA: They tell him: "Don't be so sad. It's not the end of the world..."