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He says when we die we're done with this body. It goes back to dust. The spirit returns to the father. Which side of the gulf you are on depends on your life actions.
Ecclesiastes 12:7 documents this, but reading the whole chapter gives a better frame of reference.
There are 3 loves in my life: my wife, my English mastiffs, and my weightlifting....Man, my wife gets really pissed when I get the 3 confused...
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Ecclesiastes is my favorite book of the bible.Originally Posted by almostgone
On the subject thread though, I think I want to be buried face down, so I can tell the world to kiss my ass.
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A dead body is just an empty vessel. There is no life nor soul in there.
A sane person in a sane frame of mind can understand that a dead body is just an empty vessel, however when we are bereaved (and in particular when it's sudden), our grieving mind clings to things that we associate with the person. If the departed played a violin for 39 years, we will cling to the violin and cherish it. If they used a set of spanners for 42 years, we'll cling to the set of spanners. And with regard to their body, well they occupied it for their entire life, it was the greatest instrument they ever operated.
A grieving mind isn't as clear-thinking and sharp as a non-grieving mind. This is just one of a few reasons why we treat human remains with the greatest dignity and respect.
My ex-partner died 5 years ago, and one thing that has bothered me these past 5 years is that I didn't see her remains; she had been cremated by the time I heard she was dead. It would have made the grieving/mourning/shock process much easier for me if I could have touched her cold skin and said a few words.
As little or as much consideration we give to the proper treatment of a person's remains, we must move past it all. I like the lyrics of EmmyLou Harris's poem:
Also sung by Ane Brun:The wounds this world left on my soul,
will all be healed and I'll be home.
It don't matter where you bury it,
I'll be home and I'll be free;
It don't matter anywhere I lay,
All my tears be washed away.
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