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  • July 11, 2014 - Reflections

    By Jean S. Horner
    The other day while walking down a corridor in a public building, I saw what appeared to be someone walking toward me. On coming closer, I found it was my own reflection in a huge mirror. For a moment it frightened me. Somehow a full-length reflection of one’s self is a startling thing. ...


 

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June 28, 2010 - Ticktock

By Scott Harrup

I wear cheap watches. The watch I’ve strapped on today is so cheap that the manufacturer does not wish to be identified. But there are plenty of bold announcements stenciled across its durable plastic surfaces to reassure me my investment is not in vain.

It is a SPORT model, it proclaims across the top of the dial. It is WATER RESISTANT, it insists, twice, on the upper strap and at the bottom of the dial. It is a SPORT CHRONOGRAPH it avers on the lower strap. And it is not entirely plastic, I discover as I turn it over — STAINLESS STEEL CASE BACK WATER RESIST 165FT/5ATM CHINA.

Continuing to study the case back, I learn I will need BATTERY E-CR2016 whenever the power supply wanes sufficiently to fade the digital display. But I know better. It would almost certainly cost more to buy an E-CR2016 and pay some “jewelry associate” to install it than it would to simply buy another watch.

I lost the directions to this choice timepiece not long after I slapped down major pocket change for it at a local superdupercenter. When daylight saving time shifts or I need to shut off the ALARM that somehow manages to turn itself on, I’m madly squeezing various combinations of buttons until the correct setting option appears. Currently, the alarm is off; I am grateful but cautious.

As much as I hate to admit it, my watch reminds me of myself at times. It’s possible to wear my life labels in bright, bold letters while just barely backing them up  — LOVING HUSBAND AND FATHER, DEDICATED EMPLOYEE, FAITHFUL SON, TRUE FRIEND, or even CHRISTIAN.

It would be one thing if only pocket change had been invested in me. Everyone would be getting their money’s worth, so to speak. But family and friends have poured themselves richly into my life. And the cost of my Christian identity? The death of God’s Son.

I’ll continue to get by just fine with my plastic watch. It’ll probably be another two or three years before the battery dies and I look for a cheap successor. But I hope my life proves to be a Baume & Mercier, Cartier or Rolex.

— Scott Harrup is managing editor of the Pentecostal Evangel and blogs at Out There (sharrup.agblogger.org).

 

 

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