The Stones of Life (The Sequel)

Lately I've had a little bit more extra time on my hands, that reason is because of my far-too-regular appointment with kidney stones. One of the first blogs I posted, way back in 2006, dealt with this non-welcome guest who tended to all ways overstay his welcome. Well, fast forwarding to September 2025 and we have a repeat performance. 

About ten days ago, while minding my own business and contemplating how to spend the least amount of money at Wal Mart, I suddenly felt "That Pain". It was like a knife had been injected into my left side, I started to sweat, and then the pain decided to take up a more permanent residence. This caused all kinds of issues, as I'm sure you can imagine, from no longer desiring to eat, to not being able to sleep, to not being able to sit at work and going from a maximum day of around eleven hours to five and half hours (which also, remarkably, correlated with the time I could exist without a pain pill.) Called my favorite urologist who it turns out no longer had me as an active patient, and started the fun process of getting a referral, trying to manage pain that was an unrelenting foe, and then scheduling the CT scans, etc. 

But the reason for this blog is this, tracking previous stone attacks, I noticed what to me is a weird coincidence, each time I had an attack of kidney stones, it started in the month of September! September 2002 was my first experience, followed by 2006, 2010, and then 2013. At this point you can imagine my dread that settled on my around the fall season, roughly every four years. But praise Jesus, I've had zero attacks since 2013.

Until now. 

September 2025. 

Pray for me people, please . . . 

Where Do We Go When We Die?

Blog post by Jeff Smith (2022) |

http://www.saltandlightmin.org/blog/where-do-i-go-when-i-die

"My friend Ann and I like to talk when we work out at the gym.  Sometimes, she’ll pose a question about the Bible, which I love to talk about.   Here was her most recent questions: 

What happens to us when we die?

I told her that it might be better if I wrote down my answer to that instead of trying to explain it between short puffs of breath. 

That was about a week ago and I’m still writing.  Since I’ve spent a good bit of time on it, I thought I would just share with all of you.

Before I begin, let me say two things:

WHERE you spend your afterlife is not even remotely as important as WHO you spend your afterlife with.  If you confess Jesus as YOUR Savior in the present life you will be WITH Him in the afterlife.   (Luke 9:26)  The primary difference between heaven and hell is not location as much as the company you will be keeping.  Jesus is in heaven.  Jesus is NOT in hell. 

Because I love the subject of Eschatology,  I’ve formulated some ideas about it based on a Judeo-Christian worldview found in the Bible.  The Bible frames the way I look at everything.   So, this is my understanding (at this point) of what the Bible says about the afterlife.

To begin with, I think that where we go when we die will move around a little bit based on the timeline of human history and then eternity.  I will provide my scriptural basis for each phase of this progression.  Generally, I believe it will go something like this FOR THE BELIEVER.

Charlie Kirk’s Assassination Feels Like a Hinge Point (by Peggy Noonan)

 

What a disaster for the young. It will forever shape their understanding of politics in America.

-- The Wall Street Journal: September 11, 2025

During recent national traumas we’ve heard the side argument over “thoughts and prayers.” Something terrible happens, someone sends thoughts and prayers, someone else snaps, “We don’t need your prayers, we need action.” They denounce the phrase only because they don’t understand it, and give unwitting offense. (I always hope it is unwitting.)

Prayer is action. It’s effort. It takes time. Christians believe God is an actual participant in history. He’s here, every day, in the trenches. He didn’t create the universe and disappear into the mists; his creation is an ongoing event, he is here in the world with you. When something terrible happens and you talk to him—that’s what prayer is, talking to him, communicating with concentration—you are actively asking for help, for intercession. “Please help her suffering, help their children, they are so alone.” “Help me be brave through this.”

It’s active, not passive. Catholics, when they’d pray over and over or with friends, used to call it storming heaven. It isn’t a way of dodging responsibility, it is (if you are really doing it and not just publicly posing) a way of taking it.

So pray now for America. We are in big trouble.

How To Tame Your Thoughts

[Taken from an article by Leah Marie Ann Klett | published by christianpost.com]

Four years ago, Max Lucado was sitting with a diagnosis that could have ended his life. Doctors had just informed the bestselling author and pastor that he had an ascending aortic aneurysm, an alarming and potentially deadly condition.

“I spiraled,” the 70-year-old Oak Hills Church in San Antonio, Texas, told The Christian Post. “The first three or four days after I heard the diagnosis, I’m not proud of the anxiety level I permitted.”

Then came a moment that changed everything. During a time of prayer, Lucado said he received a vision: God’s hand gently wrapped around his aorta.

“It may sound supernatural or mystical,” he said, “but I can’t deny that God gave me that vision. I believe His hand is on it, and it always was, even when I didn’t recognize it.”

The aneurysm, he shared, has grown only slightly since the diagnosis, and today, he’s grounded in a peace that can only come from God, regardless of what the future holds. 

“I do not want to leave my family. I do not want to leave my precious wife. But I’m excited to see Jesus whenever that time comes,” he reflected. “I really am at peace. That doesn’t mean I want to leave. I don’t. But I don’t have a bucket list. My best life is after this life. I’m very, very grateful for that blessing.”