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A Prophecy About Tyre

1 An oracle concerning Tyre:
Wail, O ships of Tarshish!
For Tyre is destroyed
and left without house or harbor.
From the land of Cyprus
word has come to them.

2 Be silent, you people of the island
and you merchants of Sidon,
whom the seafarers have enriched.

3 On the great waters
came the grain of the Shihor;
the harvest of the Nile was the revenue of Tyre,
and she became the marketplace of the nations.

4 Be ashamed, O Sidon, and you, O fortress of the sea,
for the sea has spoken:
“I have neither been in labor nor given birth;
I have neither reared sons nor brought up daughters.”

5 When word comes to Egypt,
they will be in anguish at the report from Tyre.

6 Cross over to Tarshish;
wail, you people of the island.

7 Is this your city of revelry,
the old, old city,
whose feet have taken her
to settle in far-off lands?

8 Who planned this against Tyre,
the bestower of crowns,
whose merchants are princes,
whose traders are renowned in the earth?

9 The LORD Almighty planned it,
to bring low the pride of all glory
and to humble all who are renowned on the earth.

10 Till your land as along the Nile,
O Daughter of Tarshish,
for you no longer have a harbor.

11 The LORD has stretched out his hand over the sea
and made its kingdoms tremble.
He has given an order concerning Phoenicia
that her fortresses be destroyed.

12 He said, “No more of your reveling,
O Virgin Daughter of Sidon, now crushed!
“Up, cross over to Cyprus;
even there you will find no rest.”

13 Look at the land of the Babylonians,
this people that is now of no account!
The Assyrians have made it
a place for desert creatures;
they raised up their siege towers,
they stripped its fortresses bare
and turned it into a ruin.

14 Wail, you ships of Tarshish;
your fortress is destroyed!

15 At that time Tyre will be forgotten for seventy years, the span of a king’s life. But at the end of these seventy years, it will happen to Tyre as in the song of the prostitute:

16 “Take up a harp, walk through the city,
O prostitute forgotten;
play the harp well, sing many a song,
so that you will be remembered.”

17 At the end of seventy years, the LORD will deal with Tyre. She will return to her hire as a prostitute and will ply her trade with all the kingdoms on the face of the earth. 18 Yet her profit and her earnings will be set apart for the LORD; they will not be stored up or hoarded. Her profits will go to those who live before the LORD, for abundant food and fine clothes.

Berck: “So when I break 626 flight hours, can we get a pizza?”

Actual Fact: Arachibutyrophobia is the fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth.

So he bought a bunch of old stamps (planes and cars). He didn’t like the Navajo Jewelry either, so he bought a bunch of American Kestrels to go with them.

Actual Fact: John Paul II’s favorite ice cream flavor was marron glacé (candied chestnut).

Maneuvering through traffic while talking on the phone increases the likelihood of an accident five-fold and is actually more dangerous than driving drunk, U.S. researchers report.

I feel like I should be keeping up with the World Cup, I suppose since I was in Europe for the last two, when that’s all anyone can talk about. But I just can’t seem to bring myself to care. I usually can’t stand watching soccer (though the end of the women’s championship in 1999 was fantastic), but I could at least keep up with the stats. But no… I can’t seem to bring myself to care enough to check the scores. Even though USA supposedly has the best team ever. I feel bad for not caring. But it is just sports. There are far more interesting things.

Like politics! The campaign is as interesting as ever. I still can’t believe I’ve got such a fantastically interesting job. I love this stuff.

Let’s see… other things have been going on. I still haven’t mustered enough energy to write about our journey north and perhaps never will.

Our shower tile has been replaced. That was quite an adventure. For a couple of weeks, were showering with a hole in the wall knocked out by a tile guy (I don’t know what to call tile guys… they’re not plumbers or carpenters or wallpaperers or whatever… they’re guys who put up tile). Berck finally bought a shower curtain and tacked it to the opposite wall so keep the water from showering down on our downstairs neighbor Ginny. The next day another tile guy called and said he would replace the tile. Of course, that meant that we couldn’t take a shower all week. Berck got pretty tired of washing his hair in the sink. But now the bath is all stylish large tile. It’s the nicest part of our apartment.

My mom and dad are arriving tomorrow night, and bringing the red Miata’s hardtop! We’re going to be pretty busy while they’re here, I imagine, so probably no more posts for a while.

It’s Friday night, and pizza’s ready, so I will end here.