last nite was ebenezer. a monument-pile of rocks in the sand to mark the place where the LORD has so gloriously provided. a stone of help. a "this is how far the LORD has helped us" stack. i think when the israelites set up an ebenezer, they would come back on holiday to remember. to remember with those that had been there with them. to remember with the children that were as of yet unborn. to remember with their children's children. and on and on and on it went: a vast timeline of remembering--stacking one generation on another.
i think if i had been vacationing at ebenezer, i would have brought a rock.
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