Painting by Adolph Hiremy Hirschl I grew up listening to a lot of stories about the imminent end of the world. Jesus spoke pretty much about it and we listened to those biblical verses in the church often enough. The romantic dreamer in Jesus conjured up a vivid image of “the Son of Man” coming in his glory on the final judgment day, escorted by all the angels. In that glorious vision, God is a King ensconced on a glittering throne. The entire mankind will assemble before him. No one is given a choice, of course. The King will weigh the virtues and sins of each person and accordingly assign heaven or hell. It was my childish fancy that the gala event would come soon and I would escape from the misery of life on the earth. I don’t remember whether I gloated about sitting in heaven and smirking at all the sinners burning in hell. As I grew up I realised that Jesus had imagined all those things long ago and nothing happened in all those 2000 years. In my own little
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