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My English is not perfect, so please pardon me if there are any mistakes.

I live in a small country in Southeast Asia called Singapore. A few years back, I had converted to Christianity but I was raised in a Buddhist household like the majority of Singaporean Chinese families. Though my parents were not strict in their beliefs, they still kept an altar in the corridor of our home and offered incense to it religiously.

My parents divorced when I was eight years old. They had just purchased a house together in the woods in Walker, Louisiana, which is twenty or so miles from Baton Rouge. After seeing his subsequent relationships, I realize that this is something my father does when his marriage is rocky- he sells his house and then buys or builds a new one for the sake of distraction. I’ve actually seen it work for him. Once engaged in a new project and excited by the possibilities, his wife might forget to ask why he was out so late, who he was with, and why he smells like another woman’s perfume. But this time, his trick didn’t work. My mother had had enough. I don’t even think we lived in that house in the woods for a full year before my mother suggested he go stay with his whore instead.

In the days following His death, which turned into months, years, decades, and centuries, people said he’d come back. Apocalyptic visions and prophecies of his Second Coming have been without end for two millennia. Various individuals and groups have made predictions based on their interpretations of the Scripture, or to coincide with milestone dates.

2030 is a milestone of sorts, being roughly an exact two thousand years since He had been crucified at around age 33, depending on which historians you consulted. However, the religion He inspired has been in decline across most of the Western world for decades — predictions and obsessions about Him have become more scarce as society has moved to a more secular stage, and the man who was once so central to society slowly began fading into history.