The End of Time? Is It Upon Us?

Dr. Nick’s Reflections
The End of Time? Is It Upon Us?

We live in a world that feels like it’s teetering on the edge. From global wars and natural disasters to political unrest and moral confusion, it's no wonder people are asking the question: is this the end? Some are convinced. They point to the headlines, to Scripture, to social media prophets shouting into the digital void, “The end is near!” They tally up signs like a checklist, convinced we are living in the final chapter of the human story.

And maybe we are. Maybe we aren’t. That’s not really the point.

The truth is, Jesus never asked us to figure out the timeline. In fact, He said just the opposite: that no one knows the day or hour. Not the angels. Not even the Son—only the Father. But that hasn’t stopped us from trying, has it? We want certainty in a world that feels like it’s coming apart. And so we search for answers in signs, in speculation, in dramatic interpretations of world events. We want something solid to hold on to when everything feels unsteady.

But here’s what we forget in our urgency: Jesus didn’t call us to live in fear of the end. He called us to live in faith until the end.

We can’t live our lives in a holding pattern, just waiting for the sky to fall. That’s not faith—that’s fear disguised as preparedness. Real faith shows up in the here and now. It’s rooted in love, grounded in grace, and active in the ordinary. It serves the poor, forgives the broken, speaks truth, and radiates hope. It doesn’t hide. It doesn’t hoard. It doesn’t rage against the darkness—it lights a candle and keeps going.

When the early church thought Jesus would return in their lifetime, they didn’t withdraw. They built communities. They broke bread. They cared for widows and orphans. They spoke truth in the face of persecution and lived with radical compassion. They didn’t know when the end would come, but they knew what they were supposed to do in the meantime. And that’s what we’ve lost in all the noise—we’ve lost the meantime.

Because the meantime is holy too. It’s where we raise our families, forgive our enemies, and love our neighbors. It’s where we fight injustice, share hope, and carry one another’s burdens. It’s where we grow. And even if the world ends tomorrow, today still matters.

I know it’s tempting to fixate on the chaos, to feel overwhelmed by everything we cannot control. But we are not called to be prophets of panic. We are called to be people of peace. That doesn’t mean we ignore the signs or pretend the world isn’t groaning—it is. But it means we refuse to let fear dictate our response. We choose faith. We choose presence. We choose to live fully, not fearfully.

So is it the end of time? Maybe. But the better question is: what will we do with the time we have?

Let the world spiral into speculation. Let the doomsday headlines roll. But as for us, may we be steady. May we be faithful. May we be known not for our predictions, but for our love. And when the end finally does come—whenever that may be—may we be found living, not hiding. Loving, not judging. Shining, not shrinking.

Because the end of time, for those who believe, is never the end. It’s the doorway to forever.