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How Can it be? February 16, 2009

Filed under: Faith — candidchatter @ 5:39 am
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Here is an artist’s rendition of Hell.


In the Bible, Hell is described as…

  • Eternal fire
  • Unquenchable fire
  • A place of torment and fire
  • Everlasting destruction
  • A lake of burning sulfur
  • Where the wicked are tormented day and night forever and ever

This is an artist’s rendition of a person meeting Jesus in Heaven.


In the Bible, Heaven is described as…

  • A place of eternal life
  • It possesses the Glory of God
  • A place where there is no more pain, no more sorrows, no more tears
  • Where death is conquered
  • Revelation describes in detail streets of gold, precious stones, gates of pearl, a throne, crowns, worship, music, angels, a rainbow of emerald

I believe what the Bible says.
Every word.

Even so, my question is this…
How can I be eternally filled with joy with no hint of sorrow
if someone I love is in Hell?

Am I alone in this thought?


What Do You Believe? June 19, 2008

Thank you to everyone who responded to my post yesterday and answered my questions. Who says nobody wants to discuss religion (or lack thereof)? What a diverse set of answers! I enjoyed reading each one.

I leave on my short trip tomorrow morning. This will be my last post until I return. So while I’m gone I’d like you all to chew on this one. Maybe those of you who answered yesterday can respond to these again? Thanks.

  1. If you believe in the God of Abraham (Christian/Jew), why? How is He real to you?
  2. If you believe in a different god, who is it (or who are they)? How is he or she real to you?
  3. If you do NOT believe in any God/god, why not? What convinces you of the absence of one?

Again, this is for my own curiousity. I have never had a forum in which to ask these questions to such a multifarious audience. I sincerely want to know what people think about this subject and why. I am going to temporarily remove the moderation restriction for these next few days so this topic can be openly discussed. Please remember my “rules” — be mature, be wise, and don’t cut anyone down. You guys can handle this. I know you can! 😉

I’ll see you in a few days.
Until then, blow my mind.
Let’s see if we can get 10+ comments this time.


Death April 12, 2008

Filed under: Life... The Way I See It — candidchatter @ 7:06 am
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This has been on my mind frequently probably since my Grandma died and then my unborn baby died and a friend of mine is losing her Dad and another friend of mine lost her sister-in-law and another friend of mine has lost much these last few months (she had 2 miscarriages and lost 2 or 3 friends as well).

Death is so mysterious. I wonder things like, “how will I die?” Geeesh. I hope it’s not painful. I hope I don’t suffer. I hope I am not murdered. I hope I am not tortured. I hope it doesn’t happen when my kids are around. I hope that I am an old lady who has lived a full and healthy life when I die. I hope I die in my sleep.

But I don’t know how I will die. The only people who know how they will die, it seems, are the ones who commit suicide. Or maybe there is a moment right before our hearts beat for the last time when we are aware, “oh heck, well I guess this is how I die”… then lights out… the end. I guess if you’re in an airplane and it starts to crash you pretty much know right then how you will die. Not too many people have survived plane wrecks.

The main character in my book is about to die. I have to admit that the last 1/4 of the book has been pretty darn good. I guess this is why Hemingway is considered a literary genius? I don’t know. But he is a fantastic writer. He really is. Unfortunately, I don’t get into manly war things and I don’t really give a flip about the Spanish war he writes about. Maybe I should? I don’t though. But it is about to get tragic. Tragedy is life.

So what?

Well I am taking a plane trip to Ohio in June. I think about death whenever I’m about to fly anywhere. I don’t like for Rich to fly either. Not without me. I worry when my sister takes so many trips for her job. I hate planes. I really do. I don’t freak out while I’m flying. But there is a slight panic that settles in my chest until we land. But I don’t freak out. I sit there and try to read the stupid Sky Mall magazine or catch a nap or a conversation with another passenger. The panic leaves me the moment our wheels hit the asphalt.

Life is something we cherish. We prolong it if we can. When we get sick we try to get better. If we’re really serious about life we do all we can to take care of ourselves — eat right, exercise, spend time with our loved ones. Ever notice what happens when someone gets terminally ill? They start to long for the things that are truly important — family, friends, laughter, love. No one I’ve ever heard of wants to die beside their Mercedes or their Yacht. Has anyone ever heard of anyone’s last dying wish to be surrounded by their jewelry, shoes, clothes, make-up, and purses? Has anyone ever felt guilty for not spending enough time with their home theatre or motorcycle? No, that’s silly.

Death. It is so mysterious. It can be so tragic.

How can anyone have hope in this life without faith? At least I know, no matter how I die, that Jesus will be waiting for me on the other side of it. Is dying worth that? I submit that it most certainly is.

It      Most       Certainly       Is