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We encountered an issue signing you up. Please try again. This website uses cookies to personalize your content including ads , and allows us to analyze our traffic. Read more about cookies here. The days that followed brought one rapture-related fallout after another. The adjudication was instant: But for Camping, these people might not have done what they did.
Several individuals and groups filed complaints with the FCC to try to have his broadcasts shut down. The media continued to hound him. Threats were made against him, and a station in Sacramento was severely vandalized. Camping increased security for Family Radio staff.
Every night, Camping sat down among the plastic plants in his radio-TV studio. Camping, is a false prophet! Another caller, a middle-aged woman with a trembling voice, asked for reassurance. Camping: Well, first of all, you must remember that God knows all about this; God predicted that this would happen … The Bible indicated that this would be the case that we would be shamed—. Caller: And alone. And, alone. Camping: So—. Camping: Remember, you and I are only answering to God. The evening of June 10, Camping signed off, clutching his giant Bible, and teetered, sticklike, to his eighties Toyota Camry.
His house is large and attractive, though showing its age; Shirley would certainly have replaced the fraying curtains in the living room had her husband not convinced her of the profound mootness of doing so. As Camping was eating, God entered his body—for it would have to have been this way, there was no other possibility—coalescing several cells into a tiny clot of lipids that traveled through his bloodstream by the beating of his heart to a narrow bend in a tiny vessel in his brain.
In the emergency room, his family prayed; were Camping able to communicate with them at that moment, he undoubtedly would have instructed them of the appropriate prayer, which was not for his survival but for His will to be done.
Camping had suffered a stroke. His prognosis was unclear. It seemed possible that Harold Camping would not make it to the end. And while most in the fellowship—and presumably most in his worldwide followers—had found themselves profoundly lost after May 21, unsure of whom to believe or what to do, the most faithful among them were steadily returning to the flock. These included the few dozen sipping coffee from paper cups in folding metal chairs inside Veterans Memorial Building—different ages and races, some alone and others with family, all of them well dressed and smiling.
A mustachioed man rose to offer the Bible lesson. By now the fellowship was cautious of outsiders. There is none of the joking and condescension, the gleeful alarm, the attempts to tie loose strands of human despair into a story of Camping-induced hysteria. Over the summer, in fact, reports in Russia suggested the year-old who hanged herself had already battled depression for years, and had motivations far more complicated than Harold Camping.
Whether Camping is aware of any of this remains unclear. He recently turned Earlier this month, holed up in his house and still undergoing rehabilitation, he recorded what was to have been his last last message to his listeners. And then Harold Camping did something heretofore unimaginable. He used the word probably. He hedged. His name was Mark, and he told me he had a feeling when he saw me.
He said he needed to tell me his life story. Mark is 55 and from the Bay Area. He and his friends took meth-fueled runs up the coast, holding court in filthy bars where they drugged women and took turns having sex with them. It went on like this for years, all around him: extortion, murder, cooking and dealing meth. One afternoon in , he and his best friend, up for days on end, were speeding home from Lake Tahoe, Mark driving and taking bumps for reassurance.
Things got worse. He was sitting at home one night, wasted, when a commercial came on the radio station he was listening to, and he flipped the dial. But for some reason, he kept listening. He listened that night, and the next, and the one after. And one day—high and still facing a manslaughter charge—he drove his motorcycle to Oakland, where he asked if he could speak with Camping. He was greeted warmly and invited to Bible-study classes.
He confided he was trying to escape a life of sadness and sin. When God speaks that it is going to happen, the Bible is a very factual book, and God gives many examples of how he has made prophesies and it always has happened in exact accord with what God has prophesied.
So you have about ten days left on Earth. How are you spending those ten days? Are you going to do something with all your money before the 21 st? Are you going to donate it to charity or something? In other words, Judgment Day is the end of the world. That means that the whole world is in judgment, it will not be business as usual at all. At all. It will not be business as usual at all. This world will be in chaos.
It will be in awful suffering. Do know for sure whether you personally will ascend to heaven on May 21? Can Jewish people go to heaven? So a Jew would have to believe that Jesus is the messiah. But it will happen, and I believe the Bible implicitly.
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