Have You Lost A Loved One In Death? Then This Is For YOU.?

Question

Our Heavenly Father,the Creator of heaven & earth promised to us a way out of death.@ Ge.3:15 He tells of a promised seed that would pay the ransom price to buy us back from bondage to sin & death.Jesus Christ is that promised seed. Heb. 10:12 says:"But this man offered 1 sacrifice for sins perpetually and sat down @ the right hand of God."Job asked the Q "If a man dies shall he live again?" The Bible answers that Q @ Isa. 26:19, "Your dead 1's will live...They will rise up."@ Jo11:25 after the death of Lazarus Jesus said to his sister "I am the resurrection & the life, he that excersizes faith in me, even tho' he dies,will come to life."@ Jo5:28 We r told "Do not marvel @ this b-cuz the hour is coming in which those in their memorial tombs will hear his voice & come out." @Ps. 37:29 we r told"The righteous themselves will possess the earth & they will reside forever upon it." So w/ God's power the dead really can live again, here on earth under the Kingdom of God. (there's more brb)

B-cuz of our confidence in the resurrection your sorrow will not be unrelenting. 1 Thess 4:13,14:"Moreover, brothers we do not want you to be ignorant concerning those sleeping in death; that you may not sorrow as the rest also do who have no hope. For if our faith is that Jeasus died and rose again, so, too, those who have fallen asleep in death; through Jesus, God will bring with him.
Draw close to Jehovah God in prayer and the Bible promises that He, Himself will sustain YOU.
Dedicated To All My Lost Loved One's.
(3 in less than a year and a 1/2).
And, now to YOU as well.

It is not a Q;
it's to give back;
for all who have given me
strength & support here @ Y/A's.
Thank You All.

for david and others that appreciate,
ur welcome.
for the nea sayers---I didn't say they r in heaven.Neither does the Bible.
Guess (shoulders shrug)
you can't read well ?
Read it again,
I know some will; some won't.

This was read @ the funerals, for comfort. It's NOT a sermon.
& Not, to make u feel bad.
read it again.

Even family members who r Not Witnesses or study w/ them appreciated it. It's uplifting. Not smashing u down!

No, I am not baptized yet.
:~(

Answer 1

Isn't it amazing how may will not really read what the Bible says about the dead? They will keep believing what they are told by some clergy, who usually has it all wrong.

Sister, you have done Jehovah a good service with this post. So many coming into the Truth now. I believe that the thought of our dead loved ones being in a bad place is what gets them to thinking about death and they want their questions answered.

I know a woman who's brother was killed a few weeks back. She works in her chruches office and when I called her to give her my condolences we talked for an hour about death. She was mad that God didn't anwser her prayers for her brother, actually He did. The answer just wasn't what she wanted. Her preacher kept telling her that God wanted him, so he took him away from her family. Her brother was 45, drinking and decided to get on his ATV and acted like a stupid teenager. So, I ask, was this God's fault? NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I gave her the "Bible Teach" book and had her read chapters 6 & 7 on the dead. Got her thinking, BIG TIME.

Answer 2

that is why I know I will see my husband again and all my love ones that are sleeping in death again. can not wait. thanks to Jehovah. when Jesus Christ resurrected his friend Lazarus, he was resurrected here on earth, not in heaven. if Lazarus was in heaven, he would of said so, and Jesus would of known that Lazarus was in heaven. Jesus also resurrected several others who had died back to life here on earth, and he will do it again in the resurrection.

Answer 3

So glad to here from someone that has got it right. You are right,God's kingdom will be here on earth. What a day it will be when the tombs empty at the voice of our precious saviour.

Answer 4

Thank you. That does bring me comfort after recently losing my brother. God bless you!

Answer 5

But if I get saved, how will I live with myself happily frolicking in heaven when the loved one I just lost was an atheist and is apparently burning in hell?
Your sermon doesn't make me fell better about having lost my friend at all...

Answer 6

During the last year of his life my father lived with us and during that time he had us pray with and for him. So now we can be together againwhen the roll is called up yonder. Do not take these mockers to heart. They seem to have little else to do but mock. Seems like not much of a life.

Answer 7

Thank you
that is so sweet and you made an effort to help others
The soul is eternal it lives just get transfered out of the body to Jesus

Praise God

Answer 8

wow its good! Are you one of JEhovah's Witness?? Are u baptized already?

Answer 9

HI Bambi-abi-Jah,
I wrote this after my Father died:
A Memorial

In the Texas panhandle near the town of Hereford is an even smaller town called Earth. It was between these towns, that a cemetery lies, like a tiny island of shrubs, trees and stones in an otherwise empty sea of open farmland and prairie. I was there only once; as a teenager when I was at the funeral of a relative that I had never met. After the funeral I wandered away from everyone else to look around. We were not within sight or sound of a road and neither did I hear a bird singing. The only sound was the prairie wind singing a lullaby through the leaves of the trees, like the shadows in my heart, and as I listened and felt it's comforting touch, I felt as clear as the cloudless sky above me. As I looked around I noticed a beautiful marble headstone almost as tall as me. There was even an old black and white photograph inside a little hinged door. Inside was a pretty dark haired girl with big dark eyes, and she was born in May, 1914; died September, 1918, of the Spanish flu. It was as if the heart broken parents, spending everything they could, were saying "Please remember her...". By the time, though, I read those words, everyone who knew her were gone.

We refer to the science of remembering as mnemonics. One place in the bible where this word is also used is at John 5:28, 29 "Do not marvel at this, because the hour is coming in which all those in the memorial tombs will hear his voice and come out." The original Greek word is mnēmei´on, is derived from the verb meaning "to remember" or "to memorialize." Some Bible translations may render this Greek word by the one word "tomb" in English, but the word "tomb" does not fully express the meaning of the original Greek word because "tomb" in the Greek is derived from the verb that means "to cut, to hew, or to dig." But the Greek word mnēmei´on includes the thought of being remembered or of remembrance. Jesus did not use the plural of the Greek word ta´phos, which means "grave" or "burial ground." The thought here is that everyone who is in the memory of God will live again.

The reason why this memorial of a little girl has a special meaning to me now is because not only of the empathy I have for others, but also because of the link with my Father. The Spanish flu was a terrible plague that swept around the world , and within a few months in the fall of 1918 it killed at least 20 million people. At the time that little girl was dying, my grandmother was dying too. She was pregnant with my Father and he was born two months premature. As she lay on her deathbed she made her sister promise to help take care of Peter, her oldest son, Paul, the next son, and John, who was my Father and who had just been born. She didn't know that Peter had already died. My grandmother and uncle were buried in unmarked graves, Paul was raised by his father, and my father was adopted by his aunt. They were poor people who got by doing odd jobs and farm work and lived in a covered wagon for four years. They did have a hard time keeping a premature baby alive, and more so since he was allergic to milk. At some point in his childhood he had scarlet fever so bad that it turned one of his brown eyes blue. He only had a third grade education before he left school to work and he grew up in the depression. I was the sixth of seven children and when I was 8 he was in an accident when a train hit his pickup, and he was thrown twenty feet and broke his head open. My mother, because of her religious beliefs, refused to give permission for a blood transfusion, so he was left in the hallway to die. The nurses could not even change his bandages without permission from a doctor. Some friends found another doctor and he burst into the scene and started to take charge and give orders. The other doctors said that he wouldn't live, when he did live they said that he would never wake from his coma, when he did wake up they said that he would never walk again. One day , according to the story my sister tells, a big black nurse came into the room where he had been lying in for some weeks, and she had a broom in her hand. She said "Are you just going to lie there? I need some HELP!!" My father struggled to sit up, then he managed to get off the bed and took the broom from her. He wasn't showing off. It never occurred to him in his entire life to try and impress other people. The reason he got out of that bed was because he really believed that this lady needed help, and he never turned down the opportunity to get to know other people or to help them if he could, and he always believed that other people were telling him the truth. I never knew him to tell a lie or to say anything bad about others. He really wasn't capable of making a judgment about other people but accepted them as does a child. I did not know him much before his accident and wondered what kind of person he was before. He could never work again but eventually he could do little odd jobs now and then. Once when I was sixteen we were cutting some weeds and putting in some posts for a corral. When one of the holes was dug for the posts I saw a beetle had fallen in, and I waited to see if he noticed. I was leery about touching it myself because it had those huge pinchers, and it was just a beetle. My father didn't say a word, but without a pause he lay down on his stomach, reached down into the hole and brought the beetle up in his hand and let it go before he put the post in. He wasn't showing off, and never said a word about it afterward. I never had a meaningful conversation with him and assumed that he was different before, but my older brother said that it was the way he had always been. I think that he never grew up in some ways, because of what he had been through and because he never had a childhood. He loved to visit with people, had no interest in sports, and told the same jokes over and over again. I think of him as a very ordinary person in an extraordinary way.

I was there the day he died, along with my daughter and a few of my brothers and sisters. My daughter played her violin for him, and we each took a turn saying something to him. When it was my turn I held his hand and told him that I would be there when he woke up again, and he could get to know Peter, the brother he never knew, and the mother who never had the opportunity to see her baby grow up. I hope to meet that little girl also; and watch her run and play on the prairie again.

Answer 10

I don't find comfort in the idea that "they aren't really dead, but get to live with you forever in Super Happy Funland." It's like telling a girl who is heartbroken "But I know that Johnny Depp has a crush on you!" Deep down, you know it just ain't so, no matter how much you want it to be true.