Anyone remember that scene from the movie Little Big Man, where the Indian chief says it's a good day to die, so he spreads the buffalo robe out, lays down, closes his eyes and commences to die? Then, when the raindrop hits him in the face, he opens his eyes, looks at Crabbe, and grunts in disgust that he couldn't even die?
Wonder if these folks in the rapture caravans feel a little like that this morning.
