A lot depends on how the departing one lived, as to how they will die. There are deathbed stories of individuals who never had time for God, who writhed and moaned in agony as they felt themselves slipping into hell. And OTOH, there are accounts of ones who claimed Christ as their Savior, who at the moment of death, told of peace and joy as they began transitioning to the wonders of Heaven. They are not all that clearly defined. An infidel can have a smooth exit if sufficient drugs are avaiable. And a veritable saint can have a terrible passing if a certain illness or trauma is involved. But I’ll take my chances with Jesus, and His eternal promises. After He carried me through life so dependably; why wouldn’t I trust Him with my eternal wellbeing also?
When Stalin died, he sat up, looked up, and raised a defiant fist towards Heaven. He then breathed his last. He cursed God, then he died.
“I’ll take my chances with Jesus, and His eternal promises. After He carried me through life so dependably; why wouldn’t I trust Him with my eternal wellbeing also?”
Amen!
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