As the observer has observed, death, real death—the death which Joshua spoke of—is not just of the spirit leaving the body but of the spirit being consigned to hades, aka sheol, which is described as a place for blasphemers to await 'Judgment Day.'
Joshua the Son-of-God spoke of the death we know as merely "sleeping," meaning that, although the spirit is no longer in the body it's still available for return to the body. Early bibles have even spoken of the human spirit as remaining for a number of days on earth before being dispatched to its waiting place.
When the observer learned only a few days before the lady's death that she was in hospice, and wondering if she should be healed and returned to family, he quickly realized that she'd been unhappy with her life's circumstances. Therefore the news of her passing wasn't a shock but one for which he thanked God.
Even though it may sound cruel not to have begged God to spare her life, he knew that she, at its end, was likely ready to go.
Having encountered many older people complaining of having to live in these times—people who desire an early demise—the observer always hopes they've made their salvation pact with the Son-of-God so he'll take them when they do go.
It's factual that a lot of people make a return-to-heaven pact with the Son-of-God under religious circumstances the observer dislikes. Yet he knows that the Son-of-God guarantees return to heaven no matter from under what religion any know him.
We are given separate lives to live, and although most only know the present pretend-o-Jee-sus of the big popular church, the observer knows that even if called upon under fraudulent conditions, Joshua the true Son-of-God is faithful to those who seek him.
For those of us who do know God one-on-one, it's why I'm glad that God handles the fine details of our lives, so others who know him from any number of competing formats, even if darkly, will be returned to Him.
Here is a personal experience from the archive—
Attempting conversation with a man who'd escaped a tragic, alcoholic life in which all his friends died nastily, I found he was sure of being saved for heavenly return by the Son-of-God.
But our discussion was difficult because of his firm Catholicism, as he was not about to deviate from angry declarations of salvation as being from "Jesus-on-the-Cross."
I mean, he would never softly speak of salvation as being from the one he knew as "Jesus," but hammered the phrase, "Jesus-on-the-Cross,!!" over and over as if programmed to qualify the format.
Even when showing my police chaplain credentials to prove that I understood salvation, he seemed to not register that I was in agreement, as his angry repetition only grew stronger. Yet I recognized that even though he was entrapped in a boisterously vain religion, he was indeed guaranteed return to heaven.
It's just too bad that the angry self-serving religion which introduced him to the Son-of-God, had negated not only his total enjoyment of life, but that it probably prevented others from seeing his point, and estranged them as well.
But learning of his death sometime later, I'm nevertheless glad for his assiduity of heavenly return, yet I felt badly because church rhetoric had ruined the peace of his assurance.
Told on another occasion of a woman’s Baptist faith, and her saintliness at flicking bird dodoo off her outdoor birthday cake, her grandson added that, when dying, she shoo'd her husband out of a hospital room by telling him, '"My Lord and his angels are coming for me. It may be too much for you so please wait in the hallway until it's over."'
The grandpa left shaken of course and summoned a nurse to rejoin him in his wife's room, only to find his wife dead, her spirit peacefully departed.
Both stories assure me that we who are firmly in the hands of the Son-of-God, no matter by whatever methodology we've come to know him, are not afraid of death but welcome it, because we know it's a free ride directly to heaven and a quick healing to our misery -- the genuine meaning of "Rapture."
And as such, this rapture is available to all of whom Joshua has accepted even if received through a religion. That's the magnificence of it.”
The observer has often speculated on what it would be like to be a healer, and of how great it'd be to empty hospitals and clinics around the world.
Then reality sets in, and he imagines all the people who'd be put out of work by such healing … of how many careers would be ruined. It's a sad fact that almost half our society nowadays makes a living in medicine, from nursing, lab work, the distribution of medical supplies, health insurances and so on, and that our societies' reliance on doctors, pills, serums and medical disability makes him wonder if anyone really wants to be divinely healed.
Maybe even for those who want divine healing, the observer finds that most would generally expect it to take place after long, earnest prayers intermixed with the false hope of ritual, magic, surgeries and medicines. Not the sweep of God's breath.
Since few people allow healings to happen instantly anymore, preferring by prayer to command God to direct the physician's hand instead, and to pridefully crow about having prayed for the miracle, all he sees is the sin of ego choking most healing out. And if a divine healing does take place, alas, few would notice anyway, because it wasn't preceded by an opulent ego parade.
It may not be that anyone's faith is poor, but that all expectation to full and total healings are diminished by mankind's reliance on popular medicine.
When starting out, the observer was spiritually impressed to tell a man in his Church—a man who'd been asking for healing—that God deigned to heal him. He resisted the impulse because he didn't trust it, only learning that the man passed a few days later. So by having previously chosen to not accept death as a healing, the observer did so that week.
And maybe it's a stretch to recite Exodus's, "I am the God that healeth thee," but the observer knows God would rather heal a person in the here-and-now, then to have he/she receive the blessing in death.