What Does The Bible Say Happens When You Die Novels & Stories

What I could only do was to wait to see when she would be willing to say something about it. "I don't know my age. I never think about my age, because even if I'm dead, I can consider myself alive. But I know how old you are. You are sixteen and will turn seventeen next month, right?" "Can you tell me what will happen if I die?" I asked. Alicia explained, "It's only your body that will be buried, but your spirit can be brought to a place where the spirits are staying."

“You do not have to carry this alone. Christ died for murderers, thieves, the broken, the proud… All of us. There is no sin too filthy for redemption.” A bitter laugh died in my throat. My son’s scribbled letters burned in my mind. ‘I hope that one day, he sees light.’ Light? What light remained for a man who strangled his own bloodline? The Reverend’s tone softened further. “Give your life to Him before it’s too late. What waits outside those doors is death, sir. Judgment. Darkness. You are not beyond saving. Our brother Elias died in Christ and his soul is resting. Scripture says in Philippians 1:21 that for us, who are in Christ, to live is Christ and to die is gain.”

he said a quick one and use the cross sign. "Can Jesus bring someone back from the dead?" I asked immediately the prayer ended. "Yes, he can, but he doesn't do it the way he does before. He takes them somewhere after death, depending on their life while they were on earth," the priest explained. "May I know more about this Jesus Christ?" I requested. The priest began to tell me stories about Jesus Christ. He started from when he was born to a child at the temple. He also told me about his parents.

I prayed for his safety. Silence fell in the room until Mike spoke. “Where did you go after you died?” my heart ached. “Nowhere.” Everyone was stunned, we always believed that when we died, we would go back to the Goddess who created us and live in peace by her side. But when I died, I saw nothing but darkness. When the sky spilt in two.

"Read the bible which is filled with my words and whenever you have a problem in your life, just look in my words and you will find the solution to any problem. If you feel lonely my words will tell you that I’m always with you till the very end of age. If you feel unloved my words will tell you how loved you are by me and how nothing could ever separate you from my love for you. Just like your situation Nathan, if you loose a loved one my words will provide comfort by telling you of the resurrection of all the dead to come after i defeat death, where you will see your loved ones again. How they are just sleeping for now and not gone for good.’’ As he said that to me, tears of joy and hope f

And death. “It’s just comfort,” Speedy said. He was alert that night, an unusual change from his drooling, incontinent self. Mykel thought about candles and about how they burned brightest just before they went out. “I don’t know if Woods would approve.” “Just half an hour. Help me walk in. I’m weak. She’s scared. The little one’s dying.” “Look, you should be resting.” “I’ll rest when I’m dead, boy,” Speedy said, letting go of Mykel’s arm. “And you’ll rest too someday. ‘Til then, let us live. No woman should cry alone in the night, not on Christmas.”

Pastor Emmanuel said, his voice rising gently now, the way Pentecostal voices do when the Spirit moves beneath the words. "For the believer — death is not a wall. It is a door. And Andrei Sebastiani has walked through that door into the fullness of God's glory, where there is no more pain, no more sorrow, no more parting." "He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain — for the old order of things has passed away." The chapel was weeping now. Even the men in sharp agbadas and tailored suits who had sat down looking composed. Even the ones who had built fortunes alongside the former King and thought themselves beyond the reach of tears.

Raw. And surprisingly, it wasn't scary at all. In fact, she felt at ease. Safe, even. He already knew too much of her secrets, but she wanted to give them all away. Maybe he'd even give away a bit of his. "I've been meaning to ask you something," she began, lowering his voice and mirroring his position, "when people take their own lives, do they go to Hell?" "Not all the time, no." His voice was whisper-thin. "The way one dies, if it does not add to the list of sins they have done when they were still alive, will not account to how they will be judged."

"I am crucified with Christ, nevertheless I live, yet not I, but Christ lives in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me" "Wonderful, a round of applause, please" "Therefore, if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away, behold all things have become new...where is that in the Bible?" "John 7:38" "No, that one is 'He that believes in me as the scripture had said: out of his belly shall flow rivers of living water'...you get?" "Oh, my bad. Misplaced it. Thanks a lot" "You are welcome"

'' I breathe out, glancing up at Flynn for a couple of seconds before closing my eyes, the noises disappearing. People say that when you die, you would and should follow the light but how do they know? Why should we even follow the light? How would they know if there's going to be a light? What if it's all a goddamn joke and there will only be pain and discomfort. Just like now. They also say that when you die . . . you feel at peace as if you've left it all behind without any intentions of looking back. Then again, why am I feeling anything but peace?