when u die do u go straight to hell or heaven, or rest until jesus comes back?

1st of all: I think we rest until Jesus comes back. It's sort of like a nap. 2nd of all, Jesus was actually Arabic/Mesopotamian. He did have dark skin, though. i think everyone did till the 18th century, which would be strange. I'd rather just not think about it. It makes my head hurt. Let's just say, Jesus is all races, just to be on the safe side.

Everyone sins. People who go to heaven sin, and so do people who go to hell. NO ONE except Jesus had no sins. The line that seperates the ones who go to heaven and the ones who go to hell, is that the ones who go to heaven ask for forgiveness. They live in PURSUIT of being completely righteous, they are not ACTUALLY perfect. Also I have never really thought about sort of going into 'nap mode' before you go to heaven (If you do, of course) I have always believed that we go straight to heaven (Again, if we do at all)It is something I need to spend more time thinking about.

We get asked if we want to go to Hell D: or Heaven :D. Then we go straight away. And girls are called Daughters of Eve, and Boys are called sons of Adam. Jesus was thought to have toned skin, sort of like an Egyptian who had too much such

WELL I DONT KNOW WELL ALL SOON FIND OUT WHEN WERE DEAD NO NEED TO BE RUDE OR ANYHING ITS JUST A MYSTERY WHO KNOWS? REALLY

well we go to heaven if we were good and had no sins. we would go to hell if we had sins and were bad

It depends on God's rules, he knows how to make things right. If you do sin, you must ask Jesus to forgive you. If you don't then you'll go to hell. God always has plans for you, he always watches over you.

people saw him as whatever they wanted to see him, they all just wanted to hear him talk and to hear of his stories of parrables, for all had their own interpretation of the stories he told. many had and idea but it brought great disscussion to the dinner table as if it was the last.and yes we aare all brothers and sisters in the eyes of God.and we are always someones child , of someone we know. we are all mothers and fathers of another, uncles and unties of another. and many treat another as if we are theirs, or their own.but he loved us all and wanted his teachings to endure time. so he chose twelve, ironiclly, star sigs twelve. yet each had a purpose, and each knew of how to write, and each gave up their job instantly to follow him without a second thought,now thats a teacher;-]