God is great

Try and check first.

God will give you your own firewood to start up a new home and you shall call it hell fire pro max

uchaymart:
God will give you your own firewood to start up a new home and you shall call it hell fire pro max

Hmm.. Really?

HopeVictor:
Try and check first.

Ok hope

95% sure

No you will be coming to my house.

When u want to die swallow your phone too so that u can record your judgement and send let's learn too

yes o! pls dont do it we are in together,

Well, during The Judgement you could argue you did it out of excitement. I mean, it's not a sin because you were too eager to meet Jesus (that is, assuming you worship the Jewish version of God) in person and decided to end this boring phase on earth.

Sounds logical to me.

*** tbh sometimes it's easier to give up than to keep trying to stay alive esp. when you're broke. I've been there

You just have to find ways of keeping your mind busy. But again how do you keep ones' mind busy when the body is hungry?

SKYHIGHfx:
Good evening ladies and gentlemen, Honestly i have lost interest in this life, i really don't know why am here.. Things are not working well, i want to end it all but am afraid of going to hell, now the question is IF I KILL MY SELF WILL I GO TO HELL?

Hell is a thing of the mind.......... Does not mean you should kill yourself......


Tough times never last, but tough people do.........

Lexusgs430:



Hell is a thing of the mind.......... Does not mean you should kill yourself......


Tough times never last, but tough people do.........

What if it get tougher with no hope in sight...?

SKYHIGHfx:


What if it get tougher with no hope in sight...?

Keep exploring options, one way is bound to open up.......

Be totally honest and true with your dealings with people, someone would surely reward that honesty.....

CandyOps:
Well, during The Judgement you could argue you did it out of excitement. I mean, it's not a sin because you were too eager to meet Jesus (that is, assuming you worship the Jewish version of God) in person and decided to end this boring phase on earth.

Sounds logical to me.

*** tbh sometimes it's easier to give up than to keep trying to stay alive esp. when you're broke. I've been there

You just have to find ways of keeping your mind busy. But again how do you keep ones' mind busy when the body is hungry?

That is the point...

Lexusgs430:



Keep exploring options, one way is bound to open up.......

Be totally honest and true with your dealings with people, someone would surely reward that honesty.....

Thank you sir...... God bless u..

SKYHIGHfx:
Good evening ladies and gentlemen, Honestly i have lost interest in this life, i really don't know why am here.. Things are not working well, i want to end it all but am afraid of going to hell, now the question is IF I KILL MY SELF WILL I GO TO HELL?

See. We're plenty in that boat. Don't jump into the water because you're afraid the boat will sink. Take your chances. Stay the course and see what live holds for you.

I know how it feels. I've survived the thought for more than 2years, and still battling with it. I know you can too

RavagedHeart:


See. We're plenty in that boat. Don't jump into the water because you're afraid the boat will sink. Take your chances. Stay the course and see what live holds for you.

I know how it feels. I've survived the thought for more than 2years, and still battling with it. I know you can too

Thank u sir..... Let me hold a bit

Please read this story; it has 2 parts.

THE SUICIDE
 

Tilak was drawn in his finer body to Lahore.

Leaving his earthly covering on the simple cot in the Chamber of the Great Potential, Tilak moved quickly to a side street near the market place. It was early morning and the city was still. Coming toward him on the narrow street was a man of thirty-five. As the man walked toward Tilak he kept glancing back, as though fearful of a hidden enemy who might spring from a darkened doorway and attack him.

Greatly agitated, the man addressed Tilak: "I have made a great mistake—Help me!"

"I will, friend," said Tilak: "Tell me what troubles you."

The man's roving eyes sought Tilak's for a moment. Then he hurriedly said: "I loved the daughter of a great merchant. She returned my love. Because I was a poor trader her father cast me from the house. I sent a friend to the house as an emissary. The girl's father told my friend that unless I could produce three hundred pieces of gold, I was not to approach his daughter again. Every part of me called to possess the girl. In the great market place I watched the traders. Much gold and silver passed between them. On day a trader placed a bag of gold on a small stand. When his back was turned I stole the bag of money. The bag contained three hundred pieces of gold. In my poor quarters I gloated over the yellow metal. Now I could buy the girl I loved from her father! Before I left to visit the home of the great merchant and give him the gold, a rumor spread throughout the city that the thief, who had stolen the gold from the trader, was known. Fear took me in its grasp. I would flee the city! I waited until night. Every footstep I heard I believed to be directed toward my abode—that someone was coming to take me before the magistrate. This apprehension grew, and when I heard a long knock on my door, in a state of fear, I swallowed a cup of bitterroot poison, seeking a release of my misdeed in death. I did not die. I found myself looking down on my earthly body as it was lying stiff and still on the floor. I stood as one in a spell, looking at the garment that had so lately served me. Again a knock at the door. Then a man pushed open the door and entered. It was my friend. He saw my body on the floor. He bent over and touched my body, and said aloud, 'Poor Das! He is dead! He did not live to receive my message.' The girl's father had relented and I was to be received in the household of the woman I loved. The rumor of the discovery of the thief was false. Full of fear, I had believed the rumor—and now, having wickedly thrown off my earthly covering, what am I to do?"

Compassionately Tilak gazed at the man before him. The casting aside prematurely of the earthly covering changes nothing, leaves everything undone. This Tilak must tell the man. In no other way could he help him. Softly Tilak said: "Come."

Together they glided noiselessly through the city to the home of the girl. The daughter of the great merchant was waiting for Das. She had been weeping, for her eyes were red. For hours she had been standing by the window watching for the man she loved. Unseen and unheard Tilak stood with Das near the girl. Tilak said: "Your act of self-destruction has brought suffering to the one you loved."

In anguish Das cried: "I will speak to her—I will embrace her!"

"She would not hear you, nor feel your touch. You have cast aside the garment that would have placed you by her side, the garment she knew and loved. It was given to you for that purpose."

Das cried out to the girl of his heart, but she heard him not. He touched her, but she felt not his touch. "Why," groaned the man, "should I have done this thing?—I suffer."

Gently Tilak led him away. Every recent scene of the man's earthly life was visited. Each was the same. Das was needed, and he was not there.

However humble a man's earthly life, however limited his earthly existence, however few human beings he may meet; he is needed where he was placed in earthly existence; placed by a great and overshadowing destiny. When a man is too early removed from his earthly existence, by the self-severance of an earthly covering, who can do the work that was allotted to him? All other human beings are carrying their quota; are performing those things that they were sent to perform. No one can fulfill the destiny of another.

"I will leave Lahore. I cannot bear to view what is here."

"Where will you go, friend?" asked Tilak quietly.

"To other parts of India—the country is large."

"What will you do in other parts of India?"

"Forget all this!" cried Das.

"If you bear no relationship to other parts of India, to other parts of the world, they will hold nothing for you, friend, and you will be drawn back to Lahore where those that knew you live."

"I will try. I must shut all this out!" As Das was speaking he glided away toward Benares.

Tilak followed at a distance.

Das roamed the streets of Benares. He scanned face after face. No one did he know. He entered a Temple. The Temple service struck him as an ice cold wave, driving him out as though with fury.

Disconsolate, Das stood in the market place of Benares. The noise of the market place impressed him not. He heard a woman sobbing. The sobs filled his being with sorrow, a sorrow that he could not shake off, as he had so foolishly his earthly protective garment. The sobs drew him with the speed of light to Lahore—to the woman he loved. Again he stood beside the woman. He cried out to her. He touched the face he loved so well. She heard him not. She felt not his loving touch. Das wept bitter tears.

Tilak moved to the sorrowing man, and spoke to him: "There is little I can say that will comfort you. I may be able to give you courage, for when an individual knows the condition that confronts him, the individual develops the courage to face the condition. In taking your earthly covering you have deprived many of your earthly presence, a presence they needed. Now you must remain and lend a presence that they cannot see, nor feel. This presence, unknown though it be, must remain until the life that should have been your earthly existence has run its full course. During that time you must watch the sorrow and deprivation that the absence of your physical body caused. In forty-two years you will be released from this vigil, and will then pass into another field of activity where you would have passed better qualified should you have remained in your physical body until Fate's Decree removed you. This is so given that never again when occupying an earthly body will you seek its early destruction."

Sadly, Das said: "I will build the courage. I will need it. You have helped me."

Tilak smiled his benediction, and disappeared from the man's presence.

SKYHIGHfx:
God is great

@SKYHIGHfx please i couldn't see your message on the post you quoted me on the other topic we're following about the loan stuff. please how can we deal?