There is no need for the good man or woman to fear death. To regret it, yes. For there is so much that is yet to be done. But fear it? No. The great adventure of life will continue.
The question for me is not why Millennials, and not just Millennials, are inclined to divorce religion from the afterlife, but whether this is good for religion. Will the latest research, all of it secular, be friend or foe?
There are texts in the Bible that make much more sense if we apply the principle of repeated lives. I know that many people find the concept of repeated lives on earth difficult to understand. We can bounce around with reactions or we can embrace our experiences.
Let us celebrate the beautiful, the wild, the lovely. Let us remember him as he would have wanted to be remembered: an open heart, a maker of electric and gorgeous music, a free spirit and a lover of beauty.
Death will not escape us, any of us. Though it seems that death has a fond proclivity for me, it has followed me throughout my life thus far. Case-in-point, I started writing this from a room in a hospice center, watching as my father-in-law took some of what were his last breaths.
Hell is a grave subject. Everyone is going there according to the doctrines of one religion or another. No one of us is safe. And for a few religions, every one of us has already been to hell.