sree251 · 41-45, M
The person vanishes, like smoke dissipating or a water ripple disappearing. Your dad is gone, like your grandma before him. No afterlife, no heaven or hell, no God. It's all a belief.
You, however, are not a belief.
You, however, are not a belief.
LadyGrace · 80-89
@sree251 It’s interesting how you frame this as if everything else vanishes, leaving only your view. Your conversation is one-sided, yet you present it as reality, erasing everyone else’s perspective. I'm sure your readers would like to see both conversations and less domination. What are you afraid of?
sree251 · 41-45, M
@LadyGrace
My view?
I was having an introspective conversation with myself. At that level, I was humanity and humanity was me.
Were Jesus' words dominating or was it the authority of truth that his words conveyed?
Death. The fear of ending like my father did, and like my grandma before him.
Do you know that my grandma was a devout Catholic? She never missed a morning mass, and - whenever I visited with her - she would, when greeting me, always made the sign of the cross: touching, in turn, my forehead, each of my shoulders, and my heart (chest). I would sit with her listening to her ramblings down memory lane. One time, she asked me: "What if nothing is true?" She never missed a morning mass till she died.
It’s interesting how you frame this as if everything else vanishes, leaving only your view.
My view?
Your conversation is one-sided, yet you present it as reality, erasing everyone else’s perspective.
I was having an introspective conversation with myself. At that level, I was humanity and humanity was me.
I'm sure your readers would like to see both conversations and less domination.
Were Jesus' words dominating or was it the authority of truth that his words conveyed?
What are you afraid of?
Death. The fear of ending like my father did, and like my grandma before him.
Do you know that my grandma was a devout Catholic? She never missed a morning mass, and - whenever I visited with her - she would, when greeting me, always made the sign of the cross: touching, in turn, my forehead, each of my shoulders, and my heart (chest). I would sit with her listening to her ramblings down memory lane. One time, she asked me: "What if nothing is true?" She never missed a morning mass till she died.
LadyGrace · 80-89
@sree251 I hear the story about your grandmother, and I respect her devotion. But her beliefs don’t determine the validity of your actions here—erasing others’ perspectives and dominating the conversation is still what we’re talking about. Family faith doesn’t automatically give you moral authority in this discussion. And while I respect your grandmother’s devotion, faith isn’t inherited. Her beliefs don’t automatically make yours true or ‘saving’; each person’s faith is their own responsibility.
I’m curious—how do you reconcile idolizing your grandmother as a model of faith with the fact that her question, 'What if nothing is true?' might have planted doubt in you? How do those two fit together in your mind?
I can see why death would feel frightening, especially when you think about your father and grandmother. But what they experienced doesn’t have to define you. Even in the face of death, God’s love is constant—He’s with you, holding you through the fear. You don’t have to face it alone, and it doesn’t have the final word over you. That's why Jesus died on the cross. He provided a way to rescue us from death through the forgiveness of our sins and the promise of eternal life in heaven. That way, there’s no guessing where we end up. We have a say in that, and that is by choice.
I’m curious—how do you reconcile idolizing your grandmother as a model of faith with the fact that her question, 'What if nothing is true?' might have planted doubt in you? How do those two fit together in your mind?
I can see why death would feel frightening, especially when you think about your father and grandmother. But what they experienced doesn’t have to define you. Even in the face of death, God’s love is constant—He’s with you, holding you through the fear. You don’t have to face it alone, and it doesn’t have the final word over you. That's why Jesus died on the cross. He provided a way to rescue us from death through the forgiveness of our sins and the promise of eternal life in heaven. That way, there’s no guessing where we end up. We have a say in that, and that is by choice.
LadyGrace · 80-89
The Bible is clear that the body and the person are real, not illusions. Genesis 2:7 shows God formed man from the dust and breathed life into him—body and spirit together. 1 Corinthians 15:42–44 explains that the body is sown perishable but raised imperishable; the resurrection shows the body matters and is not a mirage.
Any claim that the person vanishes when the body dies contradicts these passages. Scripture presents humanity as both physical and spiritual, and it is God who made this reality. Treating existence itself as an illusion conflicts with the clear teaching of the Bible about life, death, and God’s design for humans.
I noticed you erase everybody's answers but your own. That way you can control the whole conversation as truth. Kindly leave my response up so people can see our perspectives as we discuss this important subject.
Any claim that the person vanishes when the body dies contradicts these passages. Scripture presents humanity as both physical and spiritual, and it is God who made this reality. Treating existence itself as an illusion conflicts with the clear teaching of the Bible about life, death, and God’s design for humans.
I noticed you erase everybody's answers but your own. That way you can control the whole conversation as truth. Kindly leave my response up so people can see our perspectives as we discuss this important subject.
sree251 · 41-45, M
@LadyGrace
Dominating the conversation that I was having with myself? I was having an introspective conversation when I wrote this post. Anyone can read it and join in, as you have; and I welcome your criticism. The statements I made are tentative.
Asserting authority is to close the mind to inquiry. Only a fool would do that. Faith may be personal but truth is not. No?
My grandma did not plant doubt in me. I had gone down her path of faith that she inspired in me. I left that path without her knowing, one that she clung to till she faded away when the body died. The faith my grandma had served her well in a world of uncertainty.
I don't know what they experienced. I was not there when their bodies died. Death doesn't frighten me at all as long as I die before I run out of money, or before the body starts breaking down. My nightly prayer is for death to occur before my healthy body wakes.
This is what my grandma would say, more or less.
I hear the story about your grandmother, and I respect her devotion. But her beliefs don’t determine the validity of your actions here—erasing others’ perspectives and dominating the conversation is still what we’re talking about.
Dominating the conversation that I was having with myself? I was having an introspective conversation when I wrote this post. Anyone can read it and join in, as you have; and I welcome your criticism. The statements I made are tentative.
Family faith doesn’t automatically give you moral authority in this discussion. And while I respect your grandmother’s devotion, faith isn’t inherited. Her beliefs don’t automatically make yours true or ‘saving’; each person’s faith is their own responsibility.
Asserting authority is to close the mind to inquiry. Only a fool would do that. Faith may be personal but truth is not. No?
I’m curious—how do you reconcile idolizing your grandmother as a model of faith with the fact that her question, 'What if nothing is true?' might have planted doubt in you? How do those two fit together in your mind?
My grandma did not plant doubt in me. I had gone down her path of faith that she inspired in me. I left that path without her knowing, one that she clung to till she faded away when the body died. The faith my grandma had served her well in a world of uncertainty.
I can see why death would feel frightening, especially when you think about your father and grandmother. But what they experienced doesn’t have to define you.
I don't know what they experienced. I was not there when their bodies died. Death doesn't frighten me at all as long as I die before I run out of money, or before the body starts breaking down. My nightly prayer is for death to occur before my healthy body wakes.
Even in the face of death, God’s love is constant—He’s with you, holding you through the fear. You don’t have to face it alone, and it doesn’t have the final word over you. That's why Jesus died on the cross. He provided a way to rescue us from death through the forgiveness of our sins and the promise of eternal life in heaven. That way, there’s no guessing where we end up. We have a say in that, and that is by choice.
This is what my grandma would say, more or less.
alongalone · M
I am life. That's it. When it ends so do I
sree251 · 41-45, M
@alongalone You end each time the body falls asleep only to miraculously return to life after death when the body wakes up.