I've always been fascinated by the end-time believers. I envy their strong faith and certainty as well as their flexibility when the believed date of doom passes without even a small locust infestation.
I wrote "The Rapture" after buying one of those Left-Behind books at an airport bookstore -- I had to do my pre-Millenium Dispensationalist pop-lit research. I didn't finish reading it, as I had already guessed the ending. Also, I'd had a couple of internet conversations with an ex-gay preacher. He liked me but said I was likely bound for hell no matter how nice I was. I gave the song a kind of 1960s happy "Up with People" horn arrangement - seemed to fit.
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