Monday, August 23, 2004
14 May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight,
O Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer.
Yesterday was interesting. I wasn't able to catch all of the message at FACI since I was out filming a bit of the children's church and the nursery for next Sunday. That's okay, though. After eating dinner at the Spectrum, a few of us went to Rock Harbor for their evening service. Some Regen people came down from up north, so we thought we'd invite them to check it out. They've been going over the ten commandments. This Sunday's message was on commandment no.9: You shall not give false testimony against your neighbor.
After that, we went back to King's house to hang out. They had this golf ball water globe puzzle thing that King's sister got for their dad as a Father's Day gift. Basically, it's a golf ball enclosed with a tee in a glass globe filled with water. The object of the puzzle is to get the golf ball to rest of top of the tee. What makes it difficult is that gravity sort of acts differently because of the water. Anyway, the last time I was there, I somehow accomplished the feat even though everyone else had been trying unsuccessfully for weeks. That's when I took the picture up there. So this time, I was hoping for a repeat. There I was, idly shaking the globe around for the next couple of hours (as we watched Olympic speed walking. O_o) Next thing I knew, I heard this slight snapping sound. A crack formed on the globe, and the water started leaking out. Only two other people noticed what had happened. Everyone else was at another part of the house. The next few minutes, my mind was filled with thoughts just setting the globe down quietly and going home without letting anyone know what had happened. It was almost midnight anyway. I knew my witnesses would have my back. As much as I didn't want to at the time, I told King's sister about it before I left for the night. She was cool about it. "You shall not give false testimony against your neighbor." That would suck to have someone else get the blame for it. Hmm... that conscience and the Holy Spirit just had to kick in. ^_^
I know they've been accidents, but I still feel sad. That's the second time in less than three weeks that I've broken something at someone else's house. Haha, I wouldn't be surprised if whoever reads this doesn't invite me to their place ever again. Speaking of which... hey Culwell, I heard you moved. When are you going to let me check out your new apartment?
