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

“Anyone? Our illustrious youth?” The old man walked about, reflecting, awaiting an answer he knew wouldn’t come. He faced the pews in his ankle-length crimson raiment. “Ecclesiastes tells us, ‘Remember him, before the silver cord is loosed and the clay pot doth break . . . for the dust returns to the ground as it was, and the spirit returns to the creator who gave it.’ ” One bony finger jutted toward the vault of the chapel ceiling, and Simon Julian stared out. “Good stuff, yes?” There were scattered chuckles. Richard caught himself smiling, his arms still crossed. He detected a hint of accent but wasn’t sure what it was.

The energy bounced back like it was reflected off a field. "What was that?" Natalia asked. "What did you just try to do?" "I tried to heal you." "I'm already dead. I have to return to my realm to heal." "Wait, can you die?" She nodded curtly. I pressed a clean towel to her wounds. "What happens after you die?" She shrugged. "It's the same as with humans. They don't know about contracts. So there may be something better like the next level heaven or hell, or maybe we just stop existing."

“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.”

Tonia joined us on video call. "Kids, we need to tell you something," Evelyn started. "Your father Richard passed away yesterday." Samuel frowned. "What does passed away mean?" "It means he died, buddy. His body stopped working." Rachel climbed into my lap. "Is he in heaven?" "Maybe. We do not know for sure." "Will we see him again?" "Not in this life." Samuel looked confused. "But I barely knew him. He was in prison my whole life." "I know. And that is okay. You can be sad or not sad. Whatever you feel is right."

I opened my eyes fully and looked down at the sweet child peeking sleepily up at me. "You hurted my daddy," Miguel mumbled in confusion. My heart dropped and I shook my head. I wasn't completely responsible for their deaths. I mean their father died in the stupid Iraq war and their blonde haired mother hung herself after getting the news. I dealt with death but not the way the individual died, that was solely on those fate bitches. "This is bullshit, let's go, don't ever forget about me little man, we will meet again in the future, this I swear," I growled. I moved him off me, patting his head sweetly and hurried past Maria cursing me while holding a cross up at me.

There’s nothing either of us can say that can lessen the sting of my impending death. Outside my hospital window, the world continues. Life continues, and soon it will go on without me in it. I start crying for the life I’m not going to live, a baby I may not get to hold and the scent of Liam’s just-washed hair. Jacob holds me tightly, both our bodies convulsing with tears and sorrow. How can fate be this cruel? A Bible verse my mom used to recite to me when I was a kid comes to mind: “The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh.” Out of everything she taught me, that’s the only thing that ever stuck. Go figure.

BEFORE THEN Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die; and whoever lives by believing in me will never die” The priest turned to us, “Do you believe this?” “He will wipe away 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 aw-“ His soothing voice fazed into Jacquelines ear as she realized it was a thought. A flashback to a week ago where she had to bury her son. Her eyes shut open, as she stared down to the board of chopped onions and a knife in her quivering, sweaty palm.

"Are you saying she can never go back to being Judith?" "As long as that strange spirit remains on the inside of her, am afraid no" "This is so fucked," he said with a voice laced with concern and fear for Judith. "Just like in the bible" she went on "When Lazarus died; his spirit went to Heaven but his body was buried somewhere here on earth. There in Heaven, one beautiful morning he decided to look down at Hell and recognized the rich man burning down there. He remembered what he did to him; he remembered his family members and friends still alive here on earth. What does that tell you?"

And shortly, the funeral commenced as the priest began, “In the book of Ecclesiastes 3: 8, the Bible makes us understand that for everything, there is a season and a time for every matter under heaven; A time to born, and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to pluck up what is planted; a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to break down and a time to build up; a time to weep and a time to laugh; a time to mourn… Let us mourn our dear mother for she lived a great and fulfilled life. We should be grateful to God for granting her eternal rest. May the lord accept her soul in his bosom in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and the Holy Ghost”.

uhmm; now their descendants treat them as if it were an aberration as if we were the demons, those who my ancestors expelled at that time; now, me and my friends, any close or distant relative, all of them are persecuted, tortured, who knows what else they will do to them; I just hope they give them a quick death ……). “Cough, cough”, (I can't speak anymore, I can only write my last words in this diary, I can't move my body just my arms a little bit, but I suffer…… feel how I write… read ----_____) Drop The piece of paper along with a pencil falls from her fragile and bony hands (Shit, I lose my strength, what a weakness; this is how I am going to die, this way.) Death is the beginning of the