You know, I once heard a charming story told by a priest in the course of his homily. (An FSSP–ie, traditional–priest no less, I might add.)
It was a story about a saint–which, I can’t remember, but maybe Don Bosco? In any case, when he was a seminarian, he was once asked by another seminarian during recreation hour what he would do if he knew that the world was going to end that night. For background, recreation hour in religious communities is a time when those not engaged in necessary work (making dinner, for example) get together to talk, relax, read, listen to music, go for walks, whatever helps that particular person relax as part of a community. In this case, the saint in question was playing a game of billiards (pool) with a couple of his friends.
When asked, one seminarian said he’d go to Confession immediately. Another said he’d get down on his knees to pray, and not get up until the last trump. Still another said that he’d go to Mass. Don Bosco, however, replied, “I’d continue shooting pool.”
Astonished silence, as you might imagine.
He continued, “That’s what I’m supposed to be doing right now. I’ve been to Mass, I’ve attended class, I’ve studied, I’ve eaten, I’ve completed my other duties for the day. Right now, my duty is to relax with my fellow seminarians, so that’s what I would do.”
In short, one can sit around worrying about the end times (which, as someone earlier astutely pointed out, have been going on for the last two thousand years), or one can get on with living one’s life the way one should. It’s like the parable of the three guys who were each handed a sum of money to care for. One hid it away so no one would find it, but didn’t do anything with it. The others invested it and got some small gains. The latter two were commended by their master for doing well with what they had, while the former had the money taken away from him because he simply sat on it in fear, rather than making the best investment he could with the information he had.