The world will end at some point. I doubt that will be in our generation–or even in the next several generations. The end of the world will come for me, first, and I will see Jesus, and I will be under his rule in the New Jerusalem long before this world ends (God willing).
The best advice I ever read noted that we can only make a difference only by using what we have actual control over. I have no control over Washington D.C. or my State Capital. I do not have the influence of a sun, perhaps not even as much as a small birthday candle, but it that small span, I can bring Jesus’ teachings to life. In planting these seeds I will never know how many–if any–will produce. I do what I can do, and for better or worse, what I can do does not touch Washington D.C.
As you know, I teach. I am very hopeful of our future. God’s creation shines.