In ignorance of the prophecies of Armageddon, I was sitting on a bench in the sunshine with my little one, ostensibly feeding the birds, but more bread actually going into his tummy, gazing at the river, side by side. Across the Severn, we heard alarms going off and he asked me what they were. I thought it might be a lifeboat station holding a drill, then it occurred to me that it might actually be the power station itself. The next thought was what if there is about to be a nuclear accident? The one after that went, "Oh no, my little one is right here." The one after that went, "I can't actually do anything about it if its happening, so I will stay quietly by his side and enjoy the sunshine and his company, which would actually not be a bad way to go."
I was born 7 years after the Cuban missile crisis, so have never known a non-nuclear world; just one where self-destruction could be iminent. My mother's generation were the Greenham Common protestors. Mine made the most of free university education and left with a hedonistic view of life. I was introduced to the concept of spend now, pay later a year or so after opening of my student bank account. "Didn't you know that you can get an overdraught?" were the fateful words of a friend and I have spent most of my life since them in debt. I had a lot of adventures on the way, mind, but I'm still not great at budgeting and planning. There's a new year's resolution for me then. To have a positive bank account by next Christmas and to actually be buying presents from savings instead.
Have a great last day, if it is, though and don't worry about tomorrow if it's not. Jesus came to rescue us from our past, not condemn us. New starts all round.