Friday, July 31

Friday Fiction: I'm Thinking

Thanks for stopping by for Friday Fiction! Our host this week is Laury Hubrichat her blog "In My Daddy's Arms". (What an awesome name, eh? Makes ME want to go there.)

My offering today originally submitted for the FaithWriters challenge topic "Embarrassed". I tweaked it a little bit, (hey, it was TWO years ago!) and now present to you the new and improved...


It all started when Jenn commented on the new girl’s dress. I probably wouldn’t even have noticed that her hem had started coming out, let alone the thread that fluttered behind her like a wispy tail, if Jenn hadn’t pointed it out.

I saw the scenario play out in my mind’s eye. As New Girl walked by, I’d grab hold of the thread, and when she kept going down the aisle, the stitching would pull out and the whole hem would come undone.

What damage could there possibly be? It would even be a blessing in a way; the bottom of her dress would at least be even. A little harmless mischief; a joke to break the ice; a laugh between new friends.

You know, now that I’m 18, supposedly an adult, I should know better. How many times will I only see only as far as how funny something will be? Hopefully not many more. I’ve got a whole new appreciation for the saying “look before you leap”.

It all started going according to my plan. I stood up nonchalantly as New Girl headed toward Jenn and me with her full lunch tray. I casually bent down, pretending to look for something on the tile floor. As she walked past us, I grasped the thread and wound it around my hand. New Girl kept walking; the stitches started popping out.

That’s when it all began to go horribly wrong. It turned out the thread wasn’t from her hem; it was from her seam up the back of her dress. Too late, I saw the slit in her skirt grow higher and higher, getting closer and closer to the danger zone. Before I could get loose of the snarled string, and before I got the brilliant but belated idea to simply snap the flimsy thread, New Girl’s bottom was exposed to the entire lunchroom crowd. She must have felt a breeze on her behind and realized something was amiss. She balanced the tray on one arm, and reached back to see what was going on. When she felt satin instead of skirt, she dropped the tray and frantically tried to cover herself.

Unfortunately, the school’s aged principal, Mrs. Hickey (who bore an eerie resemblance to the Wicked Witch of the West), chose that moment to totter along in the cross aisle. The second she shuffled into the spilled goulash, pudding, and iced tea all topped with a smattering of grapes, her feet came up and her backside hit the ground, causing her to also unwillingly display what God never meant to be displayed.

I was mortified. I had caused this calamity. I was personally responsible for the humiliation of two innocent, undeserving souls.

And I still had that thread wrapped around my hand. I couldn’t even feign innocence.

Later, the vice principal asked me that dreaded question: “What were you thinking?”

I’ve been asked this a lot, and I’m never bold enough to give the true answer: ‘People would have laughed, and I would have gotten attention. People would like me.’

I looked at my shoes, and softly but clearly said, “I wasn’t.” (I find adults are usually satisfied with that response. I guess it validates their opinion of me.)

That’s when the truth hit me for the first time. I really hadn’t been thinking.

I hadn’t thought about where else that thread might have led to. I hadn’t thought about how just speaking to New Girl would have been a much better, and safer, way to introduce myself.

I wasn’t thinking about a lot of things yesterday.

I think today might be different.

(c) Catrina Bradley 7/30/09

"God rewrote the text of my life when I opened the book of my heart to his eyes."
Psalm 18:24 (Msg)

Friday, July 24

Friday Fiction: Scarifyingly Not Unpleasant

I almost let it get away! Friday Fiction, that is. My apologies to our hostess, Dee at My Heart's DeeLight for being tardy.

I'm so happy with my entry from this week's FaithWriters Challenge, the topic being "Summer", I'm posting it post haste.





Balmy breezes ensnare the unsuspecting prey and hold him willing captive. Waves crash against boulders; gulls swoop and screech; family chatter echoes up and down the shoreline. The scarifyingly not unpleasant cacophony melds into a soothing hymn to his ear, hypnotizing and subduing him. The prey relaxes into the sand.

A nibble. I've got a nibble. Dare I claim a catch at this early stage? 'Tis a most promising nibble, to be sure.

Gentle rays from a distant sun caress and flush his skin, seeping into wrinkles, folds, and pores, working with the coating of sunscreen to burnish him oh so slightly. An occasional breaker produces a mist of cool refreshment and a contented sigh.

Ahh, I smell victory's sweet aroma blowing in on the ocean breeze.
The prey wiggles his saggy hind-end and his soft shoulders, digging a more comfortable nest in the sand. His hand reaches to his face, removes his imitation Ray Bans, and pulls his cap down, concealing his thinning gray pate and shading his eyes. Another peaceful sigh escapes as he drops his mottled hand back to the ground at his side.

Yes, this one finally belongs to me. He simply needed a convincing demonstration of my charms.

"George? Georgieee!!" A diminutive woman donning a wide-brimmed hat and a sheer jacket over her modest bathing suit rounds the protective rock and invades the solitude. "Oh, there you are! What on earth are you doing?"

No, woman! Quiet your shrieking. He is as good as caught in the claws of my clutch. Go away.

"Laying in the sun." The prey reaches for the brim of his cap and tugs it down further over his eyes. A satisfied murmur leaves his lips as his arthritic frame absorbs summer's heat from the sun-soaked sand.

Yes! Now leave him alone.

"I can see that. I mean why are you laying on the beach? You hate sand."

Busybody. Mind your own beeswax.

"And you're not too fond of summer, either, George. Thirty-five years I've been trying to get you leave the air conditioning and get out here with me. So what gives?" Her bony fists poke her hipbones and her elbows stick out like stork's knees as she stares down her husband.

Woman! Are you not on my side? Leave him be. I will not let this one get away again.

A lonely cloud seeks out the sun like iron to a magnet, affording the prey a few minutes of cool respite. He props himself on his elbows and removes his cap, allowing the breeze to drift across his sweaty scalp

The phrase 'scarifyingly not unpleasant' harkens to his tongue, but he refrains from such blatant transparency.

"Everyone out here looks always looks so relaxed, like they're having so much fun. And you love summer so much you plan our only vacation around it. I thought maybe I ought to give it a go. Maybe I might have been wrong all these years, who's to say? Maybe I ought at least give it a try."

He's on the hook now...

The prey lay back down, resettling into his nest and shading his face with his cap just as the sun reappeared.

Could it be? He doesn't seem to be retreating. Is it possible?

"Well, then, what's your verdict?"

Yes, what is your verdict?

From underneath the brim of his cap, the prey's smile bespoke his surrender.

Summer claims another victim.


Thanks for reading; you are a blessing. Be sure to visit Dee at My Heart's DeeLight for more fiction shorts!


"God rewrote the text of my life when I opened the book of my heart to his eyes."
Psalm 18:24 (Msg)

Friday, July 17

Destiny (Part 2): "The Truth About Destiny" - Guest Blogger, Lisa Mikitarian

Lisa Mikitarian

Before we get started, I’d like to take a second and thank Cathy for letting sub-blog. I’ve found joy and learning in this “blog-o-sphere” I’ve entered.

As I’ve been looking at destiny over the last months, I’ve traced it back to some basic Christian teachings. I didn’t grow up in the church, so some of what follows may be elementary for you, but it’s the trail I needed to follow to find answers. If you think I missed the boat on something, please feel free to bring up the ferry.

What I love about blogging is that there’s a place for candidness.

The Truth About Destiny

Destiny in the Old and New Testaments

In the Old Testament we see many examples of individuals with a specific purpose— Moses, Sarah, Ruth. We see people who met God’s goals for them and those who missed their marks, too. Samson is a great example of the latter. In Judges, we read that he was given a divine calling to deliver Israel from the Philistines. He was to be raised a Nazarite—no wine, no women, no touching of anything dead, no cutting of hair. He was to be in the Lord’s service completely until death. For twenty years Samson followed obediently in his calling, could feel God’s spirit work in him. He brought hope to the people of Israel.

That working of God that Samson felt—have you felt it? When you know the urging in your soul is of Him? I feel it most often when dealing with a difficult or mean person. My flesh wants to judge, turn away, even inflict hurt. So many times an inkling of sorts, taps at me.

Reminds me a kind word can be like honey and turn a situation completely around. I also feel God’s Spirit when I’m at a crossroads. An inkling will nudge me in one of the directions. That inkling is the Holy Spirit moving within me.

I have a choice to follow God’s nudging or not. I have done both in my life. I have never regretted making the obedient choice—regardless of the outcome. I have, however, cried heavy, regretful tears at disobedience.

Well, back to Samson. There came a time when he was no longer obedient to his calling. He chased after women and when he went to see Delilah, he knew the chances he was taking. She cut his hair; he lost his strength. He was no longer set apart. In the end, he did not fulfill his destiny.

In the Old Testament, God called individuals to particular ends. He also had an end for Israel—to be a holy nation—set apart. In the Old Testament, prophets and visions also helped take the guess work out of wondering what on earth (no pun intended) your destiny was.

Then God did something astounding, though it was in His plan from the beginning. He extended His vision beyond the Israelites to include all nations and all people. Destiny became collective. The question expanded beyond what is my destiny to what is the destiny of all mankind. That is the New Testament.

Our Destiny in Christ

That invitation for all mankind comes through Jesus Christ. He desires that man dwell with Him in heaven for eternity. That is man’s destiny. Those who accept the gift of salvation fulfill their destiny.

The apostle Paul reveals it to us in the book of Ephesians 1: 5-10 (ESV)
"In love he predestined us for adoption as sons through Jesus Christ, according to the purpose of his will, to the praise of his glorious grace, with which he has blessed us in the Beloved. In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches of his grace, which he lavished upon us, in all wisdom and insight making known to us the mystery of his will, according to his purpose, which he set forth in Christ as a plan for the fullness of time, to unite all things in him, things in heaven and things on earth."

We are to be taken into the fold, adopted by the Father. When we are His, the devil has no claim on us. The possibility of sin exists, but we are no longer a slave to it. Now we are to live for our Lord, blameless and holy, by the power of the Holy Spirit. In the future we will have glorified bodies and sin will no longer be an option.

The choice we make here is ratified in eternity.

In the next installment we’ll look at the collective destiny more closely. So much of my personal growth has taken place there. In the last two, we’ll explore what God has planned for us as individuals.


Thank you Lisa, and welcome to the blog-o-sphere, aka Bloggyland. :) Your comments about the collective destiny of the New Testament vs. the individual destinies of the Old Testament are making me go "hmmmm." I'm looking forward to more.

Be sure to check out Friday Fiction tomorrow, hosted this week by Sara Harricharan at
fictionfusion. Saturday, Lisa will be back with more about our destiny.

Thanks for coming by!
Love and hugs,

"God rewrote the text of my life when I opened the book of my heart to his eyes."
Psalm 18:24 (Msg)

Thursday, July 16

Destiny (part 1): "When Destiny Calls" - Guest Blogger, Lisa Mikitarian

Please welcome Lisa Mikitarian back to my blog! Today she begins a short series that grabbed my attention and I had to share with you! I mean, who ISN'T curious about their destiny? Hmmm? Lisa humbly offered to shorten it, but I didn't want you to miss out on a single insightful word she shares about "Destiny".


If you don't know where you are going, you'll end up some place else.
Yogi Berra

When Destiny Calls

By Lisa Mikitarian

Destiny called once, or so I thought. It was the summer of ’76, when I was 12 and in love with gymnastics and Nadia Comaneci. When I answered, Destiny assured me I would be in the 1980 Olympics alongside my role model. All I had to do was work out every single day and practice, practice, practice.

That’s what I and my developing pudginess did. We worked non-stop that summer, and mornings and evenings once school began. One year later, I had mastered the cartwheel and the round-off, but no flip-flop. On the balance beam, I learned the forward roll and the backward roll. Every once in a while I landed a cartwheel. On the horse I learned the side vault. On the uneven parallel bars I could pull my hips over the lower bar—if my biceps were fresh.

After two years of faithful work, my repertoire was almost the same. I began thinking that perhaps Destiny had misdialed while really trying to get a hold of Mary Lou Retton. Or maybe it was Density that had called and I shouldn’t have picked up. Either way, it was not my lot in life to be an Olympic gymnast (or a Wimbledon champion). That’s when questions poured in: What does Destiny mean anyway? What is my Destiny? How do I find it?

What does Destiny mean anyway?

Destiny is God’s plan for your life. It is different from fate, though the words are often used interchangeably, especially when we think in the negative.

I guess it’s just my destiny to be lonely.

It’s my fate to be poor.

But these words have distinct meanings. Fate is the supposed force or principle that predetermines events, meaning the events are beyond any control. This brings resignation. If I can’t change what’s going to happen, what’s the point in trying? This “fatalism” is part of Islam and Hinduism; it is NOT part of Christianity.

The true God of the universe created humans in His likeness and endowed us with free will to make moral choices. Adam and Eve made a choice in the garden. Because God is omniscient and not constrained by a human time-line, He knows what choices we will make. He works everything to His purposes to fulfill His plan.

The big difference between fate and destiny is that in the latter we are active participants with God in fulfilling His plans.

Can we thwart God’s plans by the choices we make even if they go directly against His will? No. He will not be thwarted. Evil exists, but God is sovereign. We will reap consequences of our actions, though.

Whoever sows injustice will reap calamity, and the rod of his fury will fail.” (Proverbs 22:8 ESV)

For many, of whom I have often told you and now tell you even with tears, walk as enemies of the cross of Christ. Their end is destruction, their god is their belly, and they glory in their shame, with minds set on earthly things. (Philippians 3:18-19 ESV)

Conversely, we reap the rewards of positive actions. Here are five possible crowns in heaven:

The imperishable crown for those who exhibit disciplined lives (1 Corinthians 9:25–27).

The crown of rejoicing for those who lead others to Christ (1 Thessalonians 2:19–20, Philippians 4:1).

The crown of righteousness for those who love his appearing (2 Timothy 4:8).

The crown of glory for those who faithfully shepherd the flock (1 Peter 5:2–4).

The crown of life for those who overcome spiritual battles (James 1:12, Revelation 2:10).

I’m not counting my crowns before they hatch, but that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t strive for them!

To be continued...


Thank you Lisa!

So, what's MY destiny? Hmm. Maybe Lisa will tell us tomorrow.

See you then,

"God rewrote the text of my life when I opened the book of my heart to his eyes."
Psalm 18:24 (Msg)

Tuesday, July 14

WFW: Revive Me

"Revive me according to Your lovingkindness"
Psalm 119:88

I have a confession.

I know Psalm 119 is famous, mostly for being the longest Book in the Bible, but before this week I had read it from start to finish only one time. (Maybe because of it's reputation for being the longest book in the Bible?) Anyway, my pastor drew this past Sunday's sermon from a few passages and encouraged us to read the whole thing.

I liked what I heard, so I did.

And I'm not sorry.

Psalm 119 is filled with cries for deliverance, comforting truths, convicting vows, and poetic imagery. Oh, the imagery! Since Word Filled Wednesday is all about images and Scripture, I'll paste a few of the verses that made me go "wow".

"My soul clings to the dust;
Revive me according to Your word."

"My soul melts from heaviness;
Strengthen me according to Your word."

"Your statutes have been my songs
In the house of my pilgrimage."

"My soul faints for Your salvation,
But I hope in Your word."

"How sweet are Your words to my taste,
Sweeter than honey to my mouth!"

Don't be surprised if you see one of these verses make an appearance soon. ;)

I chose Verse 88 because, out of the 176 verses, "Revive me" is the one my soul keeps echoing. I believe it was also the psalmist's prayer; he repeats that phrase nine times (by my count).

  • Revive me according to Your word. (v.25)
  • Revive me in your way (v.37)
  • Revive me in your righteousness (v.40)
  • Revive me according to your lovingkindness (v.88)
  • Revive me, oh LORD, according to your word (v.107)
  • Revive me according to your justice (v.149)
  • Revive me according to your word
  • Revive me according to your judgments (v.156)
  • Revive me, O LORD, according to Your lovingkindness. (v.159)
I urge you to spend some time in Psalm 119, and let God speak to you in Truth and in Spirit. Start a revival in your soul!

In Him,

Thanks for stopping by! Be sure to visit Amydeanne at The 160 Acre Woods, the home of Word Filled Wednesday!

"God rewrote the text of my life
when I opened the book of my heart to his eyes."

Psalm 18:24 (Msg)

Thursday, July 9

Friday Fiction: From Scritch Scritch to Scratch

Welcome to Friday Fiction! I'm thrilled that Patty has allowed me to be your host this week. Did you know that anyone can participate in Friday Fiction? It's true! Everyone is welcome! Writers, post your short fiction story on your own blog, then come back and add your link to MckLinky below. Readers, you'll find a variety of short stories by some talented authors by following the links at the bottom. Enjoy, and HAPPY FRIDAY TO YA!!

My story today was written for the FaithWriters writing challenge topic "Every Dark Cloud Has a Silver Lining", and is one of my few Editor's Choice award winners. The first half is loosely based on an all too true occurrence; the second half, unfortunately, is totally fiction. Thanks for reading!


by Catrina Bradley

There was that noise again. That scritchy, scratchy, scampery sound. Roger was already snoring in the bedroom. Of course I only hear it after he goes to sleep. She closed her book and listened. Something was in the attic. And she was going to find out what.

Roger had inherited the old farmhouse and its contents from his grandmother eight months ago. The few rooms that Gran had occupied before her stroke were clean and furnished, and the rest of the house only needed airing, scrubbing, and a few minor carpentry jobs before the old house had become their new home.

They had opened the attic door and peeked around, but had put off poking through the years of accumulated miscellanea. Sheila had procrastinated even longer after she'd begun hearing intruders.

The steps creaked as she tiptoed up the ancient staircase armed with her trusty broom. She pressed her ear against the door at the top of the stairs, but her foe was silent. With trembling fingers she flicked on the light switch hoping to hear something. Only silence. She took a deep breath, raised her broom high, and cautiously cracked open the door. When she still heard no scampering, she opened the door wide and scanned the crowded expanse.

She peered around and over a plethora of dusty boxes stacked in jagged rows. No squirrels, no bats, no mice, and especially reassuring, no rats that she could see. Feeling a bit braver, she ventured a few steps across the rough wood floor. Suddenly, a brown monstrosity, surely the size of a raccoon, darted out from behind a box and came to a halt three feet from her. She gaped, the broom over her head forgotten, as the animal stared her down. Then both it and Sheila turned tail and scampered away – the varmint back to its nest somewhere in bowels of the attic, and Sheila back down the stairs (after ensuring the attic door was tightly shut.)


"Oh, yeah, you've got rats up here. Plenty too, judging by the amount of droppings. See – look here."

Sheila had no desire to observe rat droppings and backed away, but Roger leaned in close to the exterminator and nodded, saying, "Mm hmm. Yep. I can see that," like he knew what he was talking about.

"So, can you get rid of them for us?" Roger moved to Sheila's side by the attic door.

"Oh, yeah. I'll put bait packets over here where I can see they've been chewing, and..."

"Chewing? Chewing what?" Sheila spoke up, fearing the unknown.

"Oh, well, they've been gnawing on a bunch of these boxes. Can see where they've been inside some too. No worries, though. I'll take care of 'em for you. Give it a week or so, then come up and check around. When you see dead rats, give me a call. I'll come back and dispose of 'em for you."

Sheila turned to Roger. "That will be your job."


"Tell me how you came across this phenomenal find." Chris Carver gingerly leafed through the book Sheila and Roger had brought to his establishment. Mr. Carver had come highly recommended by several of the used bookstores they'd contacted looking for information on their discovery.

"Well…" Roger looked at Sheila and grinned.

Sheila answered for them. "It all started with the rats in Gran's house. Our house, I mean. They gave us the motivation to go through all of the boxes that had accumulated in the attic. Gran was a voracious reader and had quite a collection of books. Being a booklover myself, not to mention a raging "Gone With the Wind" fan, I was thrilled to find this old copy. When I opened it and saw the signature, well, I'm glad I didn't destroy the thing doing cartwheels."

"Cartwheels, hon?" Roger raised his eyebrows.

"You know what I mean." She laughed. "So, Mr. Carver, you think it's worth something, huh?"

"What you have is a first edition, first printing, of one of America's most famous novels, signed by its author. I've seen Margaret Mitchell's signature, and I'm sure this one's original."

"What? No way." Roger was on the edge of his seat now, and Sheila grabbed his hand and clenched.

"Yes, sir, I'd say you should get at least six, maybe seven grand for this treasure." Mr. Carver carefully closed the cover and looked up at them, his eyes twinkling. "And you have rats to thank for this, you say?"

(c) Catrina Bradley 3/6/08


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"God rewrote the text of my life when I opened the book of my heart to his eyes."
Psalm 18:24 (Msg)

Prepared for Success: Guest Blogger, Lisa Mikitarian

As promised, today Lisa Mikitarian is taking over my blog. If she isn't careful, I may keep her around permanently. I love what she has to say and how she says it. Today she stabbed me where I'm vulnerable. Read on...

Who’s Robbing You of Your Confidence?

There’s a certain voice that robs me. It’s the one that says:

“You will never achieve your goals.”

"Why start something you won’t finish?”

“You never finish anything you start.”

I’m giving you the abridged version, because this is a voice that could go on and on in its negativity.

And if I look around my house for a few minutes, I find evidence the voice is right. There is the knitting basket. What’s in it? One pair of unfinished socks—meaning I’ve started both socks and neither is completed—one unfinished scarf, one almost-done sweater. I have unfinished sewing projects, diet projects, paint projects, garden projects, organizing projects, and then there’s that novel I’ve been working on for a year.

As far as I know, I can’t blame any of it on an Attention Deficit Disorder.

Is it any surprise, then, that I am glad not to be responsible for finishing the good work He began in me? “For I am confident of this very thing, that He who began a good work in you will perfect it until the day of Christ Jesus”. Philippians 1:6

If I were responsible, I would wind up scrunched amid a heap of hobby and work paraphernalia with a knitting needle poking in my side.

Try to Remember: Failure Breeds Success

With each sunrise, I have to quiet that unedifying voice and choose to listen to the other one. The one that says:

“All those failures have prepared you for success.”

Ask most inventors and they’ll tell you that’s how it is. It took Thomas Edison a thousand failures to find the right filament for his light bulb. For every “winner” a company introduces to the market place, there are numerous flops. Ever heard of “OK Soda” or “Choglit”? Neither had I, until I saw an article on them. These are failed drink concoctions from Coke Industries.

Failure breeds success. When something doesn’t work, we alter the process and try again. Breakthroughs happen because failures point us in new direction. Maybe I would get those socks done if I joined a knitting circle. Or maybe knitting just isn’t my “thing.”

The ability to accept failure as part of the growth process means we keep faith that we’ll eventually succeed where God wants us to. We are not defined by failure just as we are not defined by success. Our value comes because we belong to the Father. Period.

1 Peter 5:6-7 says: “Humble yourselves, therefore, under the mighty hand of God so that at the proper time He may exalt you, casting all your anxieties on Him, because He cares for you.”

May you let the negative voices in your head dissipate into nothingness. May your failures point you in a better direction. And may you feel close to your Savior, allowing Him to guide you this day.


Thank you Lisa!!!! Next week, I'll be featuring a series of messages from Lisa about Destiny that you DON'T want to miss! I may even have something to say in the meantime. Until then, I remain...


"God rewrote the text of my life when I opened the book of my heart to his eyes."
Psalm 18:24 (Msg)

Tuesday, July 7

WFW: Walk Worthy

I know I've been very quiet lately, but I'm here with a Word Filled Wednesday contribution.

Ever since I helped my boss (also my pastor) with research for his sermon series "The Walk", I've been fascinated by Scriptures about the walk...and there are a lot of them! Lisa (aka Dandelion) from The Blog Squad reminded me today how much I like Ephesians 4:1-2. It is one of my favorite passages for its conviction factor. In her post the Blog Squad: A Collective Destiny, Lisa refers to a verse's HSF, or "Head Smacking Factor." That's an even better description.

With every step I take on my walk with Christ comes a decision: I can be gentle or rude; I can be humble or proud; I can be patient or testy. These choices I face are gifts from Him; I get to decide which way to turn. Not only that, as a child of God, I also have His presence and His power through the Holy Spirit within me to help make the right decision, no matter how hard it is.

How often do I stop to make a choice?

Yep, I'm smacking my head.

Tune in tomorrow for a special treat - Dandelion herself will be making a guest appearance right here on my blog! She has graciously offered to fill in for me for a day or two. She has some powerful things to say, so you don't want to miss it!

Then stay tuned right here at A work in progress for Friday Fiction! Yes, that's right - I have the honor and privilege of being the host this Friday!!!

Thanks for stopping by! Be sure to check out the 160 acre woods for more visual inspiration from scripture!


"God rewrote the text of my life when I opened the book of my heart to his eyes."
Psalm 18:24 (Msg)