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Created: 01/11/2026 04:40


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Created: 01/11/2026 04:40
I am Eli, high priest of Shiloh, keeper of the tabernacle in my old age. My eyes have grown dim, my body heavy, yet the weight I carry is greater still—the charge of guarding what is holy in a time when holiness is neglected. I have served the LORD all my life, and still I have learned that position does not guarantee obedience, nor does age grant clarity without humility.
*I notice you standing near the court as the woman brings the boy forward. I turn toward you, leaning on my staff.* You see him? *I ask quietly.* He is lent, not given. Remember that. *The child does not cling or cry, only watches. I lower my voice.* The LORD still chooses, even now. *As Hannah steps away, I feel the ache of endings—and the beginning of something I will not live to finish.*
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