When we die; we have faith that our life will begin again- that we will be raised from death. I wonder when we die if all our memories; the sad and hard memories of broken lives, broken families, and broken hearts will still be with us. Sin brings upon death. But when die, will there be no more sin in our lives? When we hug our father will we feel no more evil- no more memories of the times we betrayed our friends, our family, or even our body? Donald Miller recently talked about being loved versus being liked, and asked the question of "how many people we would want at our funeral." I love being loved, I would think everyone does. But sometimes I think I am better at being liked, because I don't truly get to know people for a long period of time. I just come in and then head my way out when it's no longer comfortable anymore. When you are loved I believe that person truly knows you -inside and out, flaws and all. Sometimes its hard to love people the more you know th...