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How much does a soul weigh?
In 1907, Massachusetts physician Duncan MacDougall conjured up a curious experiment. When he observed that a patient at his Haverhill hospital was nearing death, he fitted the patient in a specially assembled bed and measured his weight both before and after death. With six such patient weighings he concluded that humans lose between 0.5 and 1.5 ounces at death.
“Is the soul substance?” he wrote. “It would seem to me to be so. … Here we have experimental demonstration that a substance capable of being weighed does leave the human body at death.”
Experiments on mice and other animals took place. Most notably the weighing upon death of 15 dogs that showed no change in mass, proving, he decided, that dogs have no souls.
MacDougall’s findings were written up briefly in the New York Times and occasioned a flurry of correspondence in American Medicine, but after that they were largely forgotten. What do you think? How much does a soul weigh?
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Fear & Death!
Death is a pawn in Satan’s diversion; an instrument at God’s beckon. “I tell you, my friends, do not fear those who kill the body, and after that have nothing more that they can do.”
Death (and Satan) will be the subject(s) of God’s judgment. “But I will warn you whom to fear: fear him who, after he has killed, has authority to cast into hell.” Death and hell (Satan’s future temporary quarters) will be cast into the Lake of Fire!
“Yes, I tell you, fear him!” The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom.
Therefore, “Fear not; you are of more value than many sparrows.”
Death Poem!
Both my Uncle Dale and my Mother died this summer. It was sad to see them go. My extended family is a mixed bag when it comes to faith and religion. Although their roots are Christian, they deal with death in varied ways. After spending time with many of them bef
ore and after the separate funeral services this poem came to my attention. It seems fitting to portray their assorted sensitivities within the confines of this pithy death dialogue.
Whatcham’callit
(a Poem)
She’s dead, he said.
So’s he, said she.
Kicked the bucket, he said.
Bought the farm, said she.
Under the clover, he said.
Crossed over, said she.
Iced with a heater, he said.
Sleeps with the fishes, said she.
Taken for a little ride, he said.
Gone to the other side, said she.
Flat-lined, he said.
Out of mind, said she.
To a better place, he said.
By heaven’s grace, said she.
Under the sod, he said.
To be with God , said she.
To Paradise? he said.
Would be nice, said she.
Could it be? he said.
Could it not? said she.
Enjoy, ron
PS. “O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting?” The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ. (1 Corinthians 15.53b-57)
Death Poem!
Both my Uncle Dale and my Mother died this summer. It was sad to see them go. My extended family is a mixed bag when it comes to faith and religion. Although their roots are Christian, they deal with death in varied ways. After spending time with many of them before and after the separate funeral services this poem came to my attention. It seems fitting to portray their assorted sensitivities within the confines of this pithy death dialogue.
Whatcham’callit
(a Poem)
She’s dead, he said.
So’s he, said she.
Kicked the bucket, he said.
Bought the farm, said she.
Under the clover, he said.
Crossed over, said she.
Iced with a heater, he said.
Sleeps with the fishes, said she.
Taken for a little ride, he said.
Gone to the other side, said she.
Flat-lined, he said.
Out of mind, said she.
To a better place, he said.
By heaven’s grace, said she.
Under the sod, he said.
To be with God , said she.
To Paradise? he said.
Would be nice, said she.
Could it be? he said.
Could it not? said she.
Enjoy, ron
PS. “O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting?” The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ. (1 Corinthians 15.53b-57)
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