Imagine a nursery in a large hospital. A dozen women have children, and these children are placed in a room together. The next day, you are scheduled to go home along with your child. Would it matter which child you brought home with you? If love makes a family, then biology should not matter.
What will the end be like? Will we go out with a bang or a whimper? Our Lord says things will be quite ordinary. Now, I know the end times are dramatic, which they already are. Forget wars and rumors of wars. We have genocides, a billion babies aborted, without an eye that blinks. We have children drugged and castrated to celebrate the rainbow, but not that of Noah.