Growing up, every movie I saw or book I read about the rapture invariably involved people disappearing and leaving their clothes behind.
My daughter recently returned from a week-long school trip. Leading up tho the trip, there was much discussion among her peers about whether they would be allowed to bring their phones on the bus.
I have a theory that Moses didn’t mind so much that he was not going to be allowed into the promised land.
When we finally got to the hotel last night, it was like they had worked up a community theater version of Oliver!. Kids were dancing everywhere, running artfully across counters and jumping on tables, evidently responding to music that must have been playing inside their own heads.