I've often pondered the impossibility of arguing with an Armageddon-believer. It's like, the only way you can prove they are wrong is out-wait them. And if they refuse to set a date, well, you'd be staring the poor prophet down when you are wobbly, grey, and snaggle-toothed. I can see us in my mind's eye, two red-eyed seniors, nose to nose in our rockers, daring the other to go for their potty-break first.
Does belief in Armageddon make one a better believer? Is there an extra edge to your preaching? A certain frantic pace in your efforts to evangelize? What happens if you DO convince all your neighbours that the sky is falling? Are they happier for the information? Do they become better citizens, kinder individuals, gentler souls?
...and what of all those who refuse to follow you along on your Armageddon-road? How do you treat them? Do you pity them, mourn them nightly, or angrily reject their smug faith in a normal life-span?
I've concluded that each life, treated as a gift, is the best way to honor God. The future is up to Him, and my time here can end as suddenly as a set of screeching brakes. Who cares if life is long or short? Live it well. The future will take care of itself as long as I take care of the basics.
So I figure, the Armageddon-believer steps every day closer to foolishness, without ever fully arriving.
Those who don't, if they choose to live justly showing mercy to all, will they not be treated mercifully, no matter how things end?