Yes. My Dad died after a long illness and he was at home with family members around him when he died. It took a couple of hours for the funeral home to come get his body and we just sat with him and I know that everyone's faith helped them a lot, as did mine at the time. Sitting with a dead person for whom you had very deep feelings is a difficult thing to do (and I truly think that at the time I loved my Dad more than anyone else in the world), but it's a really important experience and it has helped me understand death in a way that I didn't understand it before.madbean2 wrote:Did some of those mushrooms in my day so I hear you.MediumTex wrote: I always figured that the writer of Revelation was under the influence of mushrooms or something like that.
You can try to interpret Revelation in countless ways, but honestly it's just a bunch of scary incoherent symbolism that is like an Armageddon-themed Rorschach Test for Christians.
Revelations starts out claiming it is about things that "must shortly come to pass". I think you have to stretch the meaning of "shortly" to put it off into the future the way that Christians have. You can say "shortly" means something different to God than it does to us but it seems to me that it was written to us. If not, what was the point?
Having said that my sister died in a canoe accident when she was 21 and I was still a believer and I remember the whole family sitting around the room and I read the last couple of chapters about the New Jerusalem with no more sickness and no more pain and it just seemed to lift everyone's spirit in a way that was palpable. So go figure.
I spoke at my Dad's funeral, and I said: "This body belongs to a fierce fighter." He wasn't there anymore, but I felt like his body was not his remains so much as the armor that he wore around his spirit. His spirit was there before he died in the way people felt about him and the impact he had on their lives, and that didn't change when he died. His spirit still lives in me and I can almost hear his voice.
What I believe ended at his death was his consciousness, in the same way that consciousness ends before a deep sleep. When you are sleeping your presence is still felt by others, and I think the same is true after you die.
I think that one reason we have so much reverence for love is that it cultivates spirit and it allows you to share your spirit with another person in a very intense way. When a loved one dies, you feel that so much of them is in you, and it is. You miss the rest of them, in part, because you already have so much of them inside you and you want the spiritual communion to continue, but it won't, or at least not in the same way, after they are gone.
A good analogy might be musicians who had played together for a long time and almost intuitively knew what the other players were going to do no matter what was being played. If one of them died, part of the pain might just be disbelief that their instrument would not be producing any new notes. I used to be a huge fan of Hunter S. Thompson (imagine that), and when he died it was a terrible blow to me because I couldn't conceive of a literary voice so strong and distinctive simply ceasing to exist.