It's the End of the World as We Know It...or it was supposed to be

So. The world was apparently supposed to end on Saturday. I never heard this from any reliable news outlet (but given that I rarely read the local paper, which is embarrassingly out of touch, or listen the tv news this is hardly surprising) but I did pick up the groundswell of murmuring about it. I can not say there is anything particularly wrong with getting excited about the rapture, the end of the world as we know it, but I think, perhaps, our focus may have been a little skewed.
Yes, we, as believers, wait, have waited through the ages, for the glorious second coming of Christ, but we are admonished to "occupy" until the day comes. Several years ago there was a saying in church circles; "so heavenly minded he's no earthly good". I believe it is our responsibility to be ready for that day, and to warn and prepare others for it, but I do not think it should be our primary focus.
If Jesus is our example, and He certainly knew what was coming, then we ought to be more focused on the good we can do among the lost and hurting around us. We should be comforting the lonely, feeding the hungry, healing the sick, reaching out to the broken.
Regardless, there were a lot of people left on Saturday with, as my son put it in his Face Book status, "plans derailed". And, I might surmise, spending the remainder of the weekend back-pedaling or offering "recalculated"information to those they tried to convince to prepare for the end of days.
In the end I suppose what it boils down to is which side you will find yourself on when the trumpet finally does sound. It should be about knowing absolutely that Jesus is Lord & Saviour, about being right with God, about living a life that makes those around you want what you have. Being at peace in knowing you have lived well and knowing where you stand with God, in the courts of the forgiven.
Do you know where you will be when that trumpet calls us to battle? I do.