Cloudy with a 50 percent chance of Jesus

I read yesterday that NASA says this was the hottest decade in human history. I'm absolutely certain this was the coldest winter on record around these parts. What does this all mean?

The Bible doesn't say much about weather patterns, but it is pretty clear about the facts that humanity has been tearing up the earth for thousands of years. Why should it be different when it comes to things like carbon usage or whatever? And why would this become a political issue? And why do I care?

My answers are way similar: I don't know, I don't know and I really don't know.

Jesus, though, does tell us some things to watch for about the end times. He says this in Matthew 24: The time will come when you will see what Daniel the prophet spoke about the sacrilegious object that causes desecration standing in the Holy Place. Then those in Judea must flee to the hills. ... Immediately after those horrible days end, the sun will be darkened, the moon will not give light, the stars will fall from the sky, and the powers of heaven will be shaken.

And then at last, the sign of the coming of the Son of Man will appear in the heavens, and there will be deep mourning among all the nations of the earth. And they will see the Son of Man arrive on the clouds of heaven with power and great glory.

There is a 100 percent chance of Jesus in the clouds, friends. It's foretold in Daniel. It's talked about by Jesus himself. Then in Paul's letter to a church in Thessalonica, he writes: We who are still living when the Lord returns will not rise to meet him ahead of those who are in their graves. For the Lord himself will come down from heaven with a commanding shout, with the call of the archangel, with the trumpet call of God. First, all the Christians who have died will rise from their graves. Then, together with them, we who are still alive and remain on the earth will be caught up in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air and remain with him forever.

Looking at clouds is just something I do these days. It's a longing. It's a wishful state of being. When those red skies at night are more than sailors delight, that's where I want to be.

Jesus said that he didn't know when the end times were coming. That being the case, I figure no one else on this side of the River Jordan does either. Still, we can be watchful, not so that we are perfect beings who know not sin, but that we are sinful beings who seek the perfect once coming with blaring horns and cloudy skies.

I once thought that Jesus would come when the field goal kick that would win the Super Bowl for the Saints was in mid-air, thereby eliminating the kick and what would be the Super Bowl win. That didn't happen, obviously. We still are waiting for what will be the most impressive parade that any of us ever will have.

That's the forecast that you can be excited about. That's global warming that makes your cheeks pink.