Yes, it's that day of days, the sixth day of the sixth month of the sixth year of the millennium — unless you were one of those that insisted the millennium started on January 1, 2000. Just to drive home the point, they're releasing a remake of The Omen.
This brings to mind the hoards of people who have prophesied about the end of the world. For some reason, I suspect that this isn't a good idea.
First of all, of course, Jesus said "About that day and hour no one knows, neither the angels of heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father." (Matthew 24:36) So you can't figure it out anyway.
But suppose, just suppose, that you predicted the last day, and you were transported to your eternal home. What would happen?
- You'd start bragging about it. Can't help it really. I mean, all of those people making all of those predictions, and you were the only one that got it right? Even if it was just random chance — someone was bound to get it right some day — you were the lucky one.
- The people sharing your eternal home would begin to get tired of listening to you. Eternity is a long time, after all.
- Eventually, one of the would say, loudly, "It's Hell listening to that guy!"
- He'd be right.
- So he's in Hell.
- But you just heard him complain.
- So you're in Hell, too.
And that, children is why you shouldn't try to predict the end of days.
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