Why would I enjoy that, even if your cousin wasn't all that close?? You seem to have mixed me up with yourself.
People you know of who die
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I will watch you perish in the great fire, Nassir. Your end will be painful because you lied to Allah.
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Death can be a funny thing. And Death is definitely not a union creature. He works a crazy schedule. The creature we know as 'Death' has to be an alien.
Consider this.
But what about the two Irvings? I'm talking about Irving Berlin and Irving Thalberg. Both Jewish. Both born in the late 1800s. Both were circumcised. Both were in show business. And the biggie, both were named Irving by completely different parents who didn't even know each other!
So Irving Berlin lives to the ripe old age of 101. Irving Thalberg dies at age 37. Why did one live so much longer than the other?
Medicine, for both, was the same. They both lived at the same time. Yet their health was decidedly different. While Berlin was happy, healthy and creative, Thalberg was not. Thalberg had a bad heart, which would prove to be the thing that killed him.
So, why did two otherwise identical Irvings live dissimilar lives?
One theory is that Berlin's heritage was the reason. He was from hardy Russian stock. Thalberg's background was German. But, according to actuaries, German males live 14 years longer than Russian males! What was different?
Facts do not lie. It could only come down to one thing: Irving Berlin must have been kept alive by aliens.
And here is one of Irving Berlin's big hits. It's from 1930, and is called, Puttin' on the Ritz. Here's Fred Astaire's version.
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Death can be a funny thing. And Death is definitely not a union creature. He works a crazy schedule. The creature we know as 'Death' has to be an alien.
Consider this.
But what about the two Irvings? I'm talking about Irving Berlin and Irving Thalberg. Both Jewish. Both born in the late 1800s. Both were circumcised. Both were in show business. And the biggie, both were named Irving by completely different parents who didn't even know each other!
So Irving Berlin lives to the ripe old age of 101. Irving Thalberg dies at age 37. Why did one live so much longer than the other?
Medicine, for both, was the same. They both lived at the same time. Yet their health was decidedly different. While Berlin was happy, healthy and creative, Thalberg was not. Thalberg had a bad heart, which would prove to be the thing that killed him.
So, why did two otherwise identical Irvings live dissimilar lives?
One theory is that Berlin's heritage was the reason. He was from hardy Russian stock. Thalberg's background was German. But, according to actuaries, German males live 14 years longer than Russian males! What was different?
Facts do not lie. It could only come down to one thing: Irving Berlin must have been kept alive by aliens.
And here is one of Irving Berlin's big hits. It's from 1930, and is called, Puttin' on the Ritz. Here's Fred Astaire's version.
[youtube]GKPMk5_gStk[/youtube]
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At least one of you grew up. You are guessing and as usual you are wrong.
Ecclesiastes 3:20 All go unto one place;
all are of the dust,
and all turn to dust again Ecclesiastes 12:7 Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was:
and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it.
Chance gave up his life when the struggle ended. He went through the rest of the story and he is now in that round room with one article Christ left with him.
I started of with the Lord's Prayer and just as I was about to start my plea I got a vision that I was outside my body and saw myself, from the back and above, in a kneeling position with a mist a very short distance in front of me that obscured any further view.
I heard myself say "Master, I don't feel so good." A large hand came out of the mist and completely enclosed my body. This happened in a 'twinkling of an eye', I found myself enclosed in this hand and it scared me to no end because I struggled to be free of it's grasp but found I could move not even one little bit. This feeling of being scared lasted only for the briefest of moments.
What replaced it was the most peaceful feeling I have ever experienced, bar none, and to be quite truthful have not experienced that 'level' of peace since.
As soon as this wave of peace (meaning I was in the company of someone who cared for me much more than my words will ever be able to describe) overcame me the hand loosed it 'grip' on me and it opened and I found myself sitting on this palm facing the ends of the fingers and seeing further forward than that.
In front was a hallway, very tall and the walls were black. The walls were not smooth, but rather, had many indentations and sharp corners at these indentations. There was a faint light at each of these 'corners' and that was the only way I could tell the walls were not smooth, the rest was pitch black, I could see neither floor nor ceiling, only these faint corners.
We were moving down this hallway at a leisurely rate and as I was feeling very 'relaxed' I was going to change my sitting position so I had my hands behind my back and then I could lean back and rest on them. As I was leaning back one hand seemed to miss the expected surface that would support it and I ended up rolling to one side. I looked back to see what had 'gone wrong' and I observed a great hole in the palm of this hand. I immediately burst into tears and said with alarm "You've been hurt!"
I heard not a word but my tears left me and I spent the next few moments crawling around the hand, much like I did on the school-ground equipment when I was a small child.
This hallway had corners in addition to the indentations in that it was not straight as we have halls. We came around one corner and off to the right I could see a faint glow of light some distance down this other smaller hallway.
I asked "What's down there?" A voice (rather deep but very 'soothing') answered "You're not ready for this, but I will show you."
Off we went down this other hallway going around gently curving corners and the light got brighter with each corner we passed. In very short order we came out on a dusty,earthen path and I could see a sky. This path was rather narrow and had grass growing on either edge.
On the grass to the left there were several rabbits hopping around, a few bounds then they would stop and nibble the grass, a few more bounds, another nibble. Our presence did not disturb them in the least.
Just behind the rabbits, only a few yards from the path, was what I would best describe would be a three-wire barbed fence, not in the best of repair as the wire sagged a bit between the posts and none of the posts stood up properly but were tilted a bit at various angles.
A bit of distance from this was another fence made of planking, much like you would find around any farm that kept horses or cows, and behind were some farm buildings, house and small barn made of the same wood as the plank fence.
All the wood was very weathered but the condition of the buildings and fence would not warrant paint as this would be a waste because of their condition.
As I looked over at this scene I noticed several dogs in the yard. There was much running and yelping and much dust from all this activity. I could not determine if this activity was caused by our presence or not and if, in fact, the dogs were playing or it was a somewhat more serious matter they were involved in. The circles they made were small and done in quick fashion so in the short time I observed them they completed many circles.
The path we were on also had the gentle twists and turns like the hallways we had just came from did. We continued down this dusty path and came around another corner and came to a stop. The path ended here and was replaced by a large open space covered in lush grass, a short distance from us I could see gently rolling hill. I could see far enough to see three or four 'rows' of these hills, one behind the other. Very beautiful and serene but what was most astounding about these hills was that they were completely covered by people, standing so closely together that not one more person could have stood with them. There was a small open space between where the path ended and this large crowd stood, which is how I knew the grass was so lush.
On this grass, about midway between the end of the path and where the crowd started stood two people, one man, one woman. As remarkable as this whole scene was I was still even more astounded to see not one strand of hair on any of their heads, not one anywhere.
The two in front spoke no words but it was quite plain they were pleased to see 'Him'. No words were spoken to any from 'Him' either.
We turned and went back from where we had come from. Back into the little hallway till we turned left at the larger one.
We continued down this for some distance until we came to a doorway that was on our left.
I heard a voice say "This is a safe place for you."
The door opened and I went inside to a circular room about 50 steps in width. The room was decorated in many shades of brown and the 'outer wall' had shelves that went way round all filled with books. The middle had furnishings that matched the colors of the bookcases.
The door closed and I was alone.
I stood for a moment and went to the door and opened it just a crack. What I felt was sheer terror, and quickly re-closed the door and felt the terror was gone, as long as the door remained closed.
What was outside was not only terror but evil in that it had nothing good planned for me should I be foolish enough to open my door and go into the passage on my own.
All people who die end up going through that same process so your claim lacks knowledge and you are running on fumes and nothing else. There are no sinners in the grave, there are no atheists in the grave. Your cousin is being comforted, you are twisting in the cold breezes that blows right through you.
Yes the dust returns to earth where it came from, and the spirit returns to god where it came from. This was always a favorite verse.. As I'm not a follower of Yahweh it's awkward to repeat the verse but I still like it.
I will concentrate on these 2 sentences; the rest as a whole is rubbish.
How do you know that you will watch Nassir perish in the great fire? So either you will be in the fire and watching or outside it .. anyhow, you admit that there is the fire.
If I lie to Allah (or God or Yahweh: He is the same with many names), then certainly I deserve the punishment.
But it is not you who decide for yourself or for others to be in Hell or not.
So who is the liar now?
You have always been the liar. That is why you will rot in hell. I will watch your end from the comfort of my living room. Look to the sky, Nassir.
Will the US drop a MOAB on you? Two? Three? More? We'll have to wait and see. But we won't have to wait too long.
Will the US drop a MOAB on you? Two? Three? More? We'll have to wait and see. But we won't have to wait too long.
Judging someone as far as if they will be saved or not is the only way to assure that you will be at the endof the line as far as you being saved.
Congrats on letting God know where you belong. See you way later.
You obliged me to do so, when you came and started to revile God and Prophet Mohammed and the Islam religion.
The Jews dug their own grave long ago. Support for them or against them doesn't mean squat to God, nor should it to you. Work out your own salvation, it is the only one that should matter to you.
God is quite capable of handling the rest as far as the order they are in as far as salvation goes.
I think not. You are a selfish, vindictive person, Nassir. It is not up to you to do anything. God will choose, not you.
Now, get to the mosque. They will be having a special gathering because of what happened in Afghanistan. Pray before you die.
I watched my very very good friend be consumed by cancer 5 yrs ago. He had been a triple black belt, intelligent, caring, healthy and strong 49yr old in September and by December 20th of the same year passed away from it.
It's funny the things your brain will suggest during grief. At times I played with the idea that he and his wife had simply had a fight and he was too proud to admit it so moved away. The only problem with this grief elevating fantasy was that I watched him die.
It changes you to see such strength and wisdom taken away like that.
I learned 6 months ago that my best friend from elementary school to young adulthood had committed suicide 7 years ago. We'd, obviously lost touch, and regularly I'd look up her name on facebook hoping to reconnect. It was a very surreal realization to hear about her death. The brain whirls with possibilities and scenarios.
It's funny the things your brain will suggest during grief. At times I played with the idea that he and his wife had simply had a fight and he was too proud to admit it so moved away. The only problem with this grief elevating fantasy was that I watched him die.
It changes you to see such strength and wisdom taken away like that.
I learned 6 months ago that my best friend from elementary school to young adulthood had committed suicide 7 years ago. We'd, obviously lost touch, and regularly I'd look up her name on facebook hoping to reconnect. It was a very surreal realization to hear about her death. The brain whirls with possibilities and scenarios.