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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 7:23 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 10:24 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 4:20 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 9:09 pm
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High-functioning Werewolf
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 8:24 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 9:37 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 9:40 am
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SinfulGuillotine Khalid Ibn Walid This is strange Most of the replies here signify that you guys are either in doubt of an afterlife or have no idea what its about...... rolleyes Well, it's sort of an impossible question for the living to answer with any real authority. There's no need to be snarky. If you have a clearer vision of the afterlife, why don't you share it with us?
I just assumed that you people were going to tell me your beliefs on the afterlife, i didn't expect this much doubt
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 9:49 am
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Khalid Ibn Walid SinfulGuillotine Khalid Ibn Walid This is strange Most of the replies here signify that you guys are either in doubt of an afterlife or have no idea what its about...... rolleyes Well, it's sort of an impossible question for the living to answer with any real authority. There's no need to be snarky. If you have a clearer vision of the afterlife, why don't you share it with us? I just assumed that you people were going to tell me your beliefs on the afterlife, i didn't expect this much doubt Well, you know what they say happens when you assume. wink
And people are expressing their beliefs. It just so happens that most relatively rational people realise that they can't describe a plane of existence that they've never experienced.
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 9:50 am
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SinfulGuillotine Khalid Ibn Walid SinfulGuillotine Khalid Ibn Walid This is strange Most of the replies here signify that you guys are either in doubt of an afterlife or have no idea what its about...... rolleyes Well, it's sort of an impossible question for the living to answer with any real authority. There's no need to be snarky. If you have a clearer vision of the afterlife, why don't you share it with us? I just assumed that you people were going to tell me your beliefs on the afterlife, i didn't expect this much doubt Well, you know what they say happens when you assume. wink And people are expressing their beliefs. It just so happens that most relatively rational people realise that they can't describe a plane of existence that they've never experienced.
True
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 10:13 am
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When ever someone asks me to describe heaven, I'm always reminded of this poem in prose by Oscar Wilde.
Oscar Wilde THE HOUSE OF JUDGMENT
And there was silence in the House of Judgment, and the Man came naked before God.
And God opened the Book of the Life of the Man.
And God said to the Man, 'Thy life hath been evil, and thou hast shown cruelty to those who were in need of succour, and to those who lacked help thou hast been bitter and hard of heart. The poor called to thee and thou didst not hearken, and thine ears were closed to the cry of My afflicted. The inheritance of the fatherless thou didst take unto thyself, and thou didst send the foxes into the vineyard of thy neighbour's field. Thou didst take the bread of the children and give it to the dogs to eat, and My lepers who lived in the marshes, and were at peace and praised Me, thou didst drive forth on to the highways, and on Mine earth out of which I made thee thou didst spill innocent blood.'
And the Man made answer and said, 'Even so did I.'
And again God opened the Book of the Life of the Man.
And God said to the Man, 'Thy life hath been evil, and the Beauty I have shown thou hast sought for, and the Good I have hidden thou didst pass by. The walls of thy chamber were painted with images,
and from the bed of thine abominations thou didst rise up to the sound of flutes. Thou didst build seven altars to the sins I have suffered, and didst eat of the thing that may not be eaten, and the purple of thy raiment was broidered with the three signs of shame. Thine idols were neither of gold nor of silver that endure, but of flesh that dieth. Thou didst stain their hair with perfumes and put pomegranates in their hands. Thou didst stain their feet with saffron and spread carpets before them. With antimony thou didst stain their eyelids and their bodies thou didst smear with myrrh. Thou didst bow thyself to the ground before them, and the thrones of thine idols were set in the sun. Thou didst show to the sun thy shame and to the moon thy madness.'
And the Man made answer and said, 'Even so did I.'
And a third time God opened the Book of the Life of the Man.
And God said to the Man, 'Evil hath been thy life, and with evil didst thou requite good, and with wrongdoing kindness. The hands that fed thee thou didst wound, and the breasts that gave thee suck thou didst despise. He who came to thee with water went away thirsting, and the outlawed men who hid thee in their tents at night thou didst betray before dawn. Thine enemy who spared thee thou didst snare in an ambush, and the friend who walked with thee thou didst sell for a price, and to those who brought thee Love thou didst ever give Lust in thy turn.'
And the Man made answer and said, 'Even so did I.'
And God closed the Book of the Life of the Man, and said, 'Surely I will send thee into Hell. Even into Hell will I send thee.'
And the Man cried out, 'Thou canst not.'
And God said to the Man, 'Wherefore can I not send thee to Hell, and for what reason?'
'Because in Hell have I always lived,' answered the Man.
And there was silence in the House of Judgment.
And after a space God spake, and said to the Man, 'Seeing that I may not send thee into Hell, surely I will send thee unto Heaven. Even unto Heaven will I send thee.'
And the Man cried out, 'Thou canst not.'
And God said to the Man, 'Wherefore can I not send thee unto Heaven, and for what reason?'
'Because never, and in no place, have I been able to imagine it,' answered the Man.
And there was silence in the House of Judgment.
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 12:07 pm
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I believe everyone goes to Sheol after death—a comforting experience for some; for others not so much—to await the resurrection (Job 14:12-15; Luke 16:19-31). Souls will be resurrected en masse in two groups: the first group gets resurrected upon Jesus' return and they will reign alongside Jesus for 1000 years (Revelation 20:4-6; 1 Thessalonians 4:13; 1 Corinthians 6:2-4), the second group will be resurrected after the 1000 years for judgment day (Revelation 20:12). Those who take part in the second resurrection have no guarantee that they're written in the book of life; if they're not written in the book of life, they will be thrown into the lake of fire (Revelation 20:14-15). Everyone else is taken to the new earth—"Heaven", as most people know it (a place where you'll be living in God's presence and no wickedness exists); "Heaven" involves a resurrected body because it's on the new earth. John describes the place—in detail—in Revelation 21 & 22 (the book of Revelation is a vision Jesus gave to the apostle John). Heaven is a place where we dwell with God the Father and Jesus, face to face, in resurrected bodies. Note: the old earth and old heavens disappeared back in Revelation 20:11; according to 2 Peter 3:6-7, the old earth gets flooded by fire (not to mention, bombarded by all the "end time" plagues as Jesus opens the seals, as described from Revelation 5 to chapter 19).
In short, I believe that after death it's:
Sheol → Resurrection (in two groups) → Judgment Day (for the 2nd group) → New Earth (living with God the Father forever), or lake of fire forever.
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 9:49 am
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real eyes realize I believe everyone goes to Sheol after death—a comforting experience for some; for others not so much—to await the resurrection (Job 14:12-15; Luke 16:19-31). Souls will be resurrected en masse in two groups: the first group gets resurrected upon Jesus' return and they will reign alongside Jesus for 1000 years (Revelation 20:4-6; 1 Thessalonians 4:13; 1 Corinthians 6:2-4), the second group will be resurrected after the 1000 years for judgment day (Revelation 20:12). Those who take part in the second resurrection have no guarantee that they're written in the book of life; if they're not written in the book of life, they will be thrown into the lake of fire (Revelation 20:14-15). Everyone else is taken to the new earth—"Heaven", as most people know it (a place where you'll be living in God's presence and no wickedness exists); "Heaven" involves a resurrected body because it's on the new earth. John describes the place—in detail—in Revelation 21 & 22 (the book of Revelation is a vision Jesus gave to the apostle John). Heaven is a place where we dwell with God the Father and Jesus, face to face, in resurrected bodies. Note: the old earth and old heavens disappeared back in Revelation 20:11; according to 2 Peter 3:6-7, the old earth gets flooded by fire (not to mention, bombarded by all the "end time" plagues as Jesus opens the seals, as described from Revelation 5 to chapter 19). In short, I believe that after death it's: Sheol → Resurrection (in two groups) → Judgment Day (for the 2nd group) → New Earth (living with God the Father forever), or lake of fire forever.
Although I don't agree with that, I must say its the clearest answer i've had so far well done 3nodding
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 9:51 am
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Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2013 4:10 pm
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I was raised in a Wesleyan church with a Christian family, so we go straight from the Bible. And the Bible, in the entire book of Revelations, explains what John saw in a vision straight from God about Heaven and Hell.
There is no Purgatory simply because if you don't believe in Christ and give yourself over to him completely, you go to Hell. Being a "good person" isn't enough for God.
((Btw, I don't mean to press my religious beliefs on anyone else, but I did want to share what I believe in.))
This was an email that I received from my youth leader that I thought summed everything up pretty well. This was an essay written by a teenager who tragically died. His parents framed this essay and hung it on the wall.
The Room... In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read 'Girls I have liked.' I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching. A file named 'Friends' was next to one marked 'Friends I have betrayed.' The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird 'Books I Have Read,' 'Lies I Have Told,' 'Comfort I have Given,' 'Jokes I Have Laughed at ' Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: 'Things I've yelled at my brothers.' Others I couldn't laugh at: 'Things I Have Done in My Anger', 'Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents.' I never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature. When I pulled out the file marked 'TV Shows I have watched', I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented. When I came to a file marked 'Lustful Thoughts,' I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!' In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards.. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it. Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh. And then I saw it.. The title bore 'People I Have Shared the Gospel With.' The handle was brighter than those around it,seemed newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand. And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him. No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me. Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. 'No!' I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was 'No, no,' as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, 'It is finished.' I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2013 7:50 am
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lil chica 34 I was raised in a Wesleyan church with a Christian family, so we go straight from the Bible. And the Bible, in the entire book of Revelations, explains what John saw in a vision straight from God about Heaven and Hell. There is no Purgatory simply because if you don't believe in Christ and give yourself over to him completely, you go to Hell. Being a "good person" isn't enough for God. ((Btw, I don't mean to press my religious beliefs on anyone else, but I did want to share what I believe in.)) This was an email that I received from my youth leader that I thought summed everything up pretty well. This was an essay written by a teenager who tragically died. His parents framed this essay and hung it on the wall. The Room... In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read 'Girls I have liked.' I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching. A file named 'Friends' was next to one marked 'Friends I have betrayed.' The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird 'Books I Have Read,' 'Lies I Have Told,' 'Comfort I have Given,' 'Jokes I Have Laughed at ' Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: 'Things I've yelled at my brothers.' Others I couldn't laugh at: 'Things I Have Done in My Anger', 'Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents.' I never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature. When I pulled out the file marked 'TV Shows I have watched', I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented. When I came to a file marked 'Lustful Thoughts,' I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!' In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards.. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it. Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh. And then I saw it.. The title bore 'People I Have Shared the Gospel With.' The handle was brighter than those around it,seemed newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand. And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him. No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me. Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. 'No!' I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was 'No, no,' as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, 'It is finished.' I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.
But what are your own personal interpretations on those Bible verses?
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