For the longest time I thought “Ebenezer” was a cup. Not just any cup, mind you, one of those old drinking vessels that might also be called goblet or chalice. My reasoning, you see, was all based on the hymn, “Here I raise mine Ebenezer, hither by thy help I’m come.” To my little girl ears, it sounded like someone was proposing a toast, glass in hand to having made it so far. I know better now, but I still feel as if I am far more likely to toast how far I’ve made it than to set a large stone on end. But truthfully, I’m not very likely to do either. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not slighting the role God has had in bringing me as far as I am. And it’s not a lack of gratitude that turns me into being one of the nine lepers who never returned to thank Jesus for his healing. (At least, not always.) Instead, I’ve found that many times I don’t want to draw attention to what God has done for me because I worry it will make others feel as if I am intimating that I am a favor
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I think it might be more effort than it was worth, but that is just my guess. It would be better to sneak into a hotel and use their hottub.
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H = m_1 c ∆T_1 = m_2 c ∆T_2
m_1 = lots
∆T_1 = 15 degrees F
∆T_2 = 212-70 = 142 degrees F
m_2 = lots/10 (approximately)
So you have to drain about one tenth of the pool and replace it with boiling water.
Now, if you could heat it by pumping steam into the bottom, then that would be different, because you'd have all that heat of vaporization to help.
See, those high school chem problems actually are useful in real life.