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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So I am sitting reading a portion of Acts for my Greek translation project and from the building outside my balcony I hear a "disturbance" and things falling down stairs. I went out on my balcony, and a young man and couple gals where throwing things like telephones and epithets at each other. The guy got in his car to drive away, but a cell phone bouncing off his paint job encouraged him to get out of the car and hurl a few more choice words in reply.
I asked one girl if everything was alright and she asked me to call the police - because her phone was broken. I just got my handy-dandy phone book today, so I looked up the non-emergency number, but went back to my balcony before I dialed. I asked her if she still wanted me to call, and she said her friend was already calling. She apologized profusely for the disturbance, and I said not to worry, but to holler if ever there was trouble because I'm always here studying at night.
Things have calmed down now. And now I know the number for the police.
And maybe your turtle left because it was jealous that Chule could make bigger p**ps on the kitchen floor than he could.