re: What happens when we die?

Idk what happens but there has to be something after otherwise what is the point of people being born handicapped. Like missing arms and legs or just not there mentally

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What happens when we die?

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No one knows, which makes it that much more interesting.

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No one knows, which makes it that much more interesting.

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Yep! Knowing things is great...but NOT knowing a thing and searching for the answer really is more fun.

That's kind of why I'm not sure what to do with folks who think they have all the answers and are advocating no longer searching, or that since some questions may always remain out of reach the search for their answer is not worthwhile.

If you are a Christian when you die. You change into your spiritual body. Christians don't die they just change. Read 1Corithians chapter 15. And another good chapter is John chapter 17. You are right about most of what you already know.

WLC uses the kalam cosmological argument to justify theism.

"Only thing that's scarier than dying is not dying at all."

I believe and I hope that it is simply lights out. The end of consciousness. Because the thought of ETERNAL life is absolutely terrifying.

When I was maybe 12 or 13 I was in church waiting to give confession and that thought struck me and just shook my core. I had been taught about eternal life in heaven, but had never thought about what that meant in real terms. Eternal, as in FOREVER, as in IT NEVER STOPS. You can do EVERYTHING an INFINITE number of times. Think about that. FOREVER. It never stops. The thought horrified me.

When I was in college I read A History of the World in 10 1/2 Chapters by Julian Barnes. The last chapter dealt with this. The absurdity of "eternal life." There was no answer in there, there couldn't be, but it was somewhat comforting to find someone else had thought about it. You can read that chapter here (excerpt below).

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I think it was the golf that finally made me turn to Margaret for some explanations. There was no doubt about it, over the months and years I played that lovely, lush course with its little tricks and temptations (how many times I put the ball in the water at the short eleventh!), my game improved no end. I said as much one day to Severiano, my regular caddy: ‘My game has improved no end.’ He agreed, and it was not until later, between dinner and sex, that I began to reflect on what I’d said. I had opened up on the course with a 67, and gradually my score was coming down. A while ago I was shooting a regular 59, and now, under cloudless skies, I was inching down to the low 50S. I could drive 350 yards without trouble, my pitching was transformed, my putts rattled into the hole as if drawn by a magnet. I could see my target score coming down through the 40s, then – a key psychological moment this – breaking the barrier of 36, that’s to say two strokes a hole average, then coming down through the 20S. My game has improved no end, I thought, and repeated the words no end to myself. But that’s, of course, exactly what it couldn’t do: there had to be an end to my improvement. One day I would play a round of golf in 18 shots, I’d buy Severiano a couple of drinks, celebrate later with sturgeon and chips and sex – and then what? Had anyone, even here, ever played a golf course in 17 shots?

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GeauxTigerTM

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You are all in this thread. But you don't believe in Jesus right?

Thanks bud, I'll have to look into it