Dogma Is No Help with Death

For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing, will be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
(Romans 8:38-39)

Have you had a glimpse of the “age to come?” Maybe a strange awareness? Maybe your own near death experience or that of someone you love. Share it here.



  1. Julie on June 7, 2017 at 5:50 am

    I’ve had a taste of heaven when my dad died last year. My family was in the room and there was no denying the presence of God. It was so peaceful even in the face of death. There was a feeling that you just couldn’t explain, but you knew it was a good. Thanks for the reminder of that!

    • Maury on June 7, 2017 at 8:15 am

      I have only been a part of watching a person die a couple of times. In both cases it was strangely beautiful. Thank YOU for the reminder.

  2. Terri Norris on June 7, 2017 at 11:44 am

    I held my Brother as he passed. 2005, he was 44 years old. Something he did before he had surgery, he wrote a poem to be posted on a site in case he did not make it. None of us knew of this poem while he was fighting for his life in the ICU, except his Friend that was to post it. I think it is appropriate to share here:


    Is it my time to go?
    Will I lose the fight?
    I will pass on the baton,
    If you will it.
    While I want to stay,
    I know that isn’t your way.
    You know what’s best for me,
    This I know.
    So my arms are outstretched my Lord,
    Do with me as you will,
    Take me home to you,
    Or let me stay on Earth.
    So that’s your word Lord,
    You’re taking me home.
    I’m ready to go,
    As you know.
    For those still here,
    Fighting the battles.
    Keep the faith,
    and stay, the path.

    ©9/21/05 by John Ott, Jr.
    Johnny was a true Child, a Soldier and Warrior of God-with a beautiful relationship with Jesus Christ. While we (all his family and the WHOLE ICU staff at Scripps Institute in San Diego) held him, sang hymns to him, assured him we would be ok…..he had already felt at peace with God-with the journey he had been given, as we see in his writing. It was the grace of God that carried ALL of us around the bed that day-EVERYONE sang On Eagles Wings, Everyone sang Be Not Afraid, Everyone sang Here I am Lord…..even the medical team.
    We all knew where Johnny was going-WE KNEW, but most of all I felt so strong that this was not goodbye-it was only until I see him again in eternal life….When we open our hearts and souls to God we are comforted by feelings and thoughts that Dogma would NEVER provide for us….God Bless Us All.

    • Maury on June 7, 2017 at 1:48 pm

      Beautiful,Terri. I especially love that Johnny thought of those left behind and their fight of trust in his last hours. Wow.

  3. Sandra robertson on June 7, 2017 at 12:14 pm

    My husband’s mother was an amazing Christian. She faithfully served her church, teaching Sunday School class for decades, even though her husband didn’t show much interest in church ministries or socials. She was full of fun! My husband loved chocolate pie and as a youngster sneaked the last piece of pie out of the kitchen and into his closet, planning to eat it later when no one was around. When he returned to his bedroom to enjoy his pie, there was the meringue on top of a cow pie from the barn. they both had a good laugh about the joke! That was so much more effective than a lecture on the evils of selfishness!

    • Maury on June 7, 2017 at 1:49 pm

      Thanks for this great reminder of Della Mae, mom!

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