Only those who live in insular bubbles think that the “end times” are to be found in some remote future and distant Armageddon…
The rest of us know that the horrors of hell are already here.
It’s always the end of the world for somebody, somewhere–condemned to pointless suffering in so many abusive households, sweat shops, crime-ridden ghettos, disease-infested jungles, drought-stricken plains, disaster areas, dictatorships, war zones, refugee camps, ground zeros, insane asylums, and cancer wards.
The list of cruelties goes on and on.
That said, how can anyone with a brain and a heart find comfort, peace, and happiness in some rapturous future unless oblivious to or unmoved by so much hell on earth?