Rapture.

When I was a teenager and homeless I crashed at a lot of Christian charities, and by default became a bit of a born again myself. One day when I was out doing homeless stuff the tornado sirens went off - and for a good full minute I was sure that it was Gabriel's Horn and this was the Rapture.

I was bitterly disappointed when it turned out to be a boring old tornado - possibly as disappointed as the time that we decided that we should be able to teleport to Paris because our faith in God was THAT strong - and as the scripture says, if it is you can toss mountains into the sea.

But we didn't end up in Paris.

What can I say? We were homeless and it was the '80s.

(I still think of that every time I hear a tornado siren, though - which here in Texas has been rather a lot lately)