Are you afraid to die? Why? Believer or non-believer?

Question

1 corinthians 15:55 O death, where is your sting? O hades, where is your victory? 1 corinthians 15:57 But thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.

Answer 1

Sometimes I am, not seeing my family and grandson grow up and then I would be happy to see Jesus and my grand father if he went to heaven

God Bless You

Answer 2

Of course I'm afraid to die, everybody is. It's an instinctual reaction that has to do with the reptilian part of the brain, which essentially helps to keep us from doing stupid things that could get us killed. As far as being afraid of what happens after I die, then, no, I'm not afraid of what happens after death. Whatever it is, It's definitely a mystery to be discovered, and I'm not arrogant enough to claim that I know what it's going to be, since I haven't died yet.

As to whether I'm a believer or not...........it's kind of obvious, isn't it?

Answer 3

It has nothing to do with any god.

I'm not afraid to die. Whats happened in my life has a tendancy to take away ones fear. Oh, not that I'm eager, mind you. I quite like being alive. I'm just not scared of death anymore.

1998, was the year of hell. At least thats what I call it. There's much more that happened, but that year was the year I lost 4 that I loved (and nearly a fifth) in various ways.

3 (and nearly the fourth) were all from car crashes. It was absolutely devastating and my family has never really recovered from the pain of their losses. Especially given that two of them were only teenagers (my sister was in that car crash as well but she lived. Barely. Long story).

And, just when we all seemed to be beginning to recover, my mother got sick from cancer and died in 2003.

Most recently, in 2004, I nearly died in a car accident of my own. I was crossing the street and was hit by a car.

I ended up with bleeding in my brain in two places, a skull fracture, a spleen injury, and the tibia/fibia of my left leg broken through. I was unconscious in the hospital for a full week after and don't really remember the first month after the accident at all.

The lasting effects are that I sometimes I have to be reminded of incidences that I should know. Things that happened when I was a child usually.

My sense of taste is messed up. Nothing tastes quite right anymore though its slowly getting better.

My sense of smell is really messed up. I can only, SOMETIMES smell really strong odors that are right next to my nose. Which is really disturbing considering that it could be a gas leak or something and I can't tell. I have to rely on other peoples sense of smell because I can't even smell burning tar or skunks.

I also can't stay on my feet for any real length of time which makes it hard to work. Mostly because it simply causes agony to my left knee to stand for more than 3 continuous hours.

But my thinking processes have pretty much returned to their previous state. Scared the hell out of me for the first year or so after because I KNEW that I wasn't thinking right. My mind was... slow.

My left leg has a titanium pin in it holding the bones together but I can walk normally (unless I've been on my feet for more than 3 hours or its a REALLY cold day). If you'd asked me a year and a half ago if I'd ever walk again, I'd have told you no.

Through all of that... death doesn't scare me anymore. I looked death in the whites of his eyes and I came out alive. Death is simply a reality now. Not frightening or anything. Not to be desired, but not frightening either.

I can say, I find much more value in my life than I ever did before. And I cherish all that I have because one day I know it will be gone.

I know this. We have only one life. There is no other.

Through everything, I've never seen any evidence of any god. And you'd think that, when I lay dying, I'd have seen evidence of something. But I didn't.

Cherish and love your life and loved ones because this is the ONLY life you have. It all just means so much more when you know theres nothing after.

Answer 4

No, I just hope it will not happen too soon because my son still needs me a little. I do not suffer from schizoid delusional mental disorder.


(Deuteronomy 20:10-14)

As you approach a town to attack it, first offer its people terms for peace. If they accept your terms and open the gates to you, then all the people inside will serve you in forced labor. But if they refuse to make peace and prepare to fight, you must attack the town. When the LORD your God hands it over to you, kill every man in the town. But you may keep for yourselves all the women, children, livestock, and other plunder. You may enjoy the spoils of your enemies that the LORD your God has given you.

Answer 5

It's more like I afraid of pain than afraid of dying. Many people suffer so much before they pass away and that scare me of Death. I would consider I'm a lucky/happy man if I could have a painless death.

Answer 6

I'm a beliver in many things, but not your god. So that would make me atheist rather than a "non-believer".

Yes. I fear death. I don't particularly want to cease existing. I have way too much I want to get done first. And since no one has ever come back to tell of the journey, I do fear that unknown trip into the void.

Answer 7

No, I'm not afraid to die. I have no supernatural beliefs, that's why I am having a good time here, instead of wasting my life kneeling to myths. If you spend too much time worrying about dying, you forget to live and suddenly it's passed you by. Who needs that?

Answer 8

No, I'm not afraid to die, but it definitely doesn't fit into my plans right now. The prospect of prolonged illness leading to death does disturb me though.

Answer 9

Not in the slightest. Atheist. I will be obliviated and back to the state I was before I was born. We have to deal with that fact and face it with maturity.

Answer 10

Most souls cross over. Your idiotic religious garbage has nothing to do with any of our souls.