Who is God?

'We all die a little bit every time life throws something at us' how true Johanna. In the words of the song 'in my soul there is a hole that can never be filled'.

Hi Nanaej, and others,
I have no worries re. dying, but I do not want a painful end! (like sitting on a pin cushion!)
My only worry is maybe leaving my dear "Missus" to cope by herself. - Yes, we have grown up children, who have their own lives to lead!

For as long as I can remember I've known that there is more to this life than we know of! (Shakespear put it much better than me!)

Over the years I've made my own investigations, and am convinced in an after life. No, I can't prove it to any other person, as it is a very personal quest. Each person must make their own "journey", with an OPEN mind, and reach their own conclusion.

I agree with an earlier posting on here that to prove a theory, you must try to disprove it!

Learning is a long, hard road to follow - but the process is worth it. (to me anyway!) I'm still learning!

Whatever you believe, or not, The Universal God's blessings on you all.

We'll find out eventually whether there is another existence - or not!

Loretto was our big sports rival. We weren't allowed to play the non-catholic high schools because the girls wore navy blue knickers which the nuns considered to be indecent. (Not that I would have been involved - I hated sport)

Ah. Now if you had been at Loreto....

Oh no, Greatnan! Hale and hearty to say the least!

I hope you are not trying to tell us something, Marelli!

It is not death that frightens so much, more the process of dying.

Butternut....it's working so far, anyway.....just got to look out for a suitable tree, now!

They were the FCJ - Faithful Companions of Jesus. It was an Irish order and the mother house in England was in Liverpool.

Marelli - I really get your last to one post. From trees to bloody-mindedness -

BTW Greatnan, which order of nuns were they? It doesn't chime with my experience at all.

Oh Greatnan aren't nuns wonderful. I was fortunate in that I didn't have the dubious pleasure of being taught by nuns but I know enough people who were to know what they were like.

From stories my favourites are the nuns of Lourdes who routemarch the sick through the Grotto.

I used to go on courses at a centre run by nuns. Sister C used to look at your ring finger and say in a soft, lilting Irish accent...."Have you ever thought about being a nun. Oh it's a great life and you can still work." As if being able to work full time and get up at 4am to pray was a dream come true.

We would grovel. "No Sister. Thank you Sister. I don't think I'm cut out to be a nun, Sister."

Like many Christians I am quite agnostic about what, if anything, happens after death. It's how we have lived our lives that matters. The key text is 'The Kingdom of God is within you'. And at the end of our lives I believe we have to ask ourselves if we have lived our lives according to moral principles and made the best choices we can.

I don't embrace the idea of death - I have a lot of living to do yet. I just don't fear it because I don't believe any consciousness will remain.
As a child educated by nuns, I was terrified of dying because we were told we would have to suffer torment in purgatory before we were cleansed of our sins.

Oh Sweet Lord , I will cope with you by my side ..

Night , night to all all u sweet posters , have sweet dreams , as I know I will , I always do .x

Nonu for me it's not a question of not being afraid of dying, more that the fear has to be coped with without the belief in a God and afterlife.

To be honest, I'm not sure I'd want to survive for ever, in heaven or whatever.

I think we are dying all the time. By the time my father died in his eighties he was a shadow of his former self. My children are now in their 40s and sometimes I feel nostalgic/sad for the small children they used to be which are now no more (dead if you like).

Haworth waterfall.... I'd better make sure I've spelt it right in my instructions or who knows where I'll end up

My ashes are going to be scattered at the Howarth Waterfall in West Yorkshire where my husband proposed to me.

I have it all planned. Not because I'm morbid but because I once arranged a funeral for an old lady who had left all her wishes written down and it was so easy. She'd left instructions for everything. I knew which funeral director to use, that she wanted a white satin shroud not a pink one, which hymn she wanted to be sung. You name it she'd left instructions.

The hardest thing was to find the sheet music for The Old Rugged Cross

The only thing she didn't tell me was what to put on her gravestone as she felt she couldn't say what she really felt about herself. But in the end that was easy too because I simply merged part of the hymn and put 'A cross exchanged for a crown.'

johanna, I think that's quite profound...

That's reminded me, Nonu - I could do with a cuppa!

Thats okay then , you all seem to embrace death , tell u what , I don"t big time . hows about that then .

Can't agree with Willie .
His was wishful thinking.
None of us die all at once, in the normal course of life.
We all die a little bit every time life throws something at us.
And then one day all the little bits add up, without us having noticed.
But then we have reached the end of all our little bits.

Anagram, my daughters and son will boogie along with their friends tonight as the Blue Moon's beams shine down on them - well, as long as the sky isn't too full of rain-clouds, anyway!
I think that I'd like to see my ashes mixed into the ground in the roots of a tree - that way, bits of 'was-me' will grow with the tree.
When I was really ill in hospital, about 10 years ago, I was on the top floor and in a side room. It was a really stormy night, and I could see the clouds scudding across the sky. I remember telling myself, that if I got better, I would NEVER let anyone direct my life again. I had quite a stressful job, and quite a lot of negative things were going on in my life. I think I've actually managed this. No praying - just pure determination and (according to some) bloody-mindedness!

I am certainly not afraid of death, but I would like to choose the manner of my dying. I would prefer it to be quick, like a heart attack, rather than a slow decline to the inevitable.

As Willie said:
Cowards die many times before their deaths
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to most strange that men should fear,
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.

I do fear the deaths of my children and their children. I have lived through 24 hours of believing my daughter was dying and I remember the shock and the horror. I still fear I will outlive her.

vq considering your beliefs your choice of postingname seems very apt.
I like it.