I don't know if this subject has been discussed here before. If it has, could someone help me find it?
If it hasn't (I can't imagine that it hasn't), here's what I was wondering. As JW's we were taught that the dead are conscious of nothing. Most of Christendom teaches just the opposite. When I was going through the process of losing my religion, one of the most traumatizing realizations was that the promise of never dying was a WT lie. The new system wasn't going to save me.
Most people know they're going to die one day. But not us. We walked around with our heads stuck in the sand, all the while believing and declaring that of all the historical generations, ours was the special one. We were in the know. In our self-professed smug religiosity, we were convinced that we and only we (JW's) would survive the coming catastrophic end. And that contributed to a certain degree of complacency. FWIW, I believe this to be one of the WTS's most vicious/deceitful/manipulative/damaging doctrines. Can you say hope when there is no hope? Tickling of the ears and all that..
Losing your religion coupled with aging and/or illness somehow causes reality to set in and sooner or later we are compelled to come to the sometimes paralyzing conclusion that we will indeed die. Still, we manage to distance ourselves by pushing it into the future somewhere. It's not staring us in the face, tapping us on the shoulder.
However, there will/does come a time when we come face to face with death. It will no longer be some imagined future event. We won't be able to push it forward any longer. It's here, it's real and it's our turn. Some claim to know what's on the other side. Most just reluctantly/passively accept what's happening to them and hope for the best. To be honest, I don't think anyone can effectively and convincingly experience an imagined state (facing death). But,
If you can, try putting yourself in those shoes. Are you afraid? Petrified? Are you passive? Do you feel belligerent? Mad? Ecstatic? Hopeful? Hopeless? Excited? Relieved? Dread? What?
As for me, death no longer bothers me because I know my God and my Lord. It's what preceeds death that causes me a certain amount of trepidation. After all, who likes pain? That being said, I'm wishing for a totally selfish painless passage. :)
What say you?