Question:
How many times can you apply the five second rule to one piece of food?
Stone of Help
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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My critique-of-the-US-culture/this-is-your-mother-speaking answer would be: People seldom die of eating things that have dropped on the ground. More often they die (albeit more slowly) of the food that they eat on purpose which hasn't touched the ground but which comes from places like McDonalds and clogs the old arteries. So go ahead and eat that food you've dropped on the ground seventy-times-seven times! As long as it's a fresh vegetable and not a cheeseburger!