"I live in a small town in the SE corner of Kansas, and yet I have been having a reaccuring dream that 3 men come into my church with guns to kill us for our faith."
I live in one of the Top 5 least religious cities in the UK, and yet I have a recurring dream that my Top 3 MILFs (1- Hild, 2- Dvergr, 3- Akiko Minase) - wearing only seamed stockings & high heels - come right into my bedroom, to sit on my face.
...must be due to the lady I'm in a relationship with who likes to sit astride me (giving her full control over the orgasms I give her), whilst she wears hose & heels. But - unlike you lot, with you being wet for death - when it comes to the time when I'm on my deathbed & close to carking it, at least I can say without regrets 'I have lived'.
Why do you lot even need an 'Afterlife'? That is the question indeed: Seems you Raptards are actually the ones scared of death, you cling to this life so much, therefore what's stopping you from accelerating that lovely (C)Rapture you're all moist for? (PROTIP: And 'Suicide is a Sin' is purely Catholic doctrine, which you Protestant fundies are supposed to be opposed to, amirite?! [/Ian Paisley]) If this world is so terrible - which you are not of, as you lot are so fond of saying - then prove me wrong about you not being afraid of death: 'Rapture' yourself. NOW.
The only one stopping you - is you. Or don't have much faith in your 'Faith'?!
Every second you don't, you prove you're more scared of death than we Atheists; remember: we have nothing to threaten you with. Nothing. And that's what really scares you Raptards. As in after death: Finito. Oblivion. Nothing.