A Little Credit, Please

Chris: Hi, this is Chris. Welcome to Adventures in Odyssey.
Bernard Walton: Hi, this is Bernard Walton. I can't think of anything I'd rather do than hang around with you for a time of wonder and excitement. Then again, getting my squeegee caught in my suspenders is exciting to me. Anyway, welcome to Adventures in Odyssey.
Chris: There is something here that's sort of for you.
Guest (Female): Mom, what is this?
Guest (Male): Simon, my new assistant.
Simon Birthel: Well, g'day.
Guest (Female): Thanks, Mom. Oh.
Guest (Male): Will this be cash, check, or charge?
Eugene Meltsner: Pardon me, I have work to do.
Guest (Female): Good morning, Mom.
Guest (Female): Oh, Connie, you're up. Good morning.
Connie Kendall: Anything in the mail?
Guest (Female): No, it doesn't look like. Wait a minute. Maybe.
Connie Kendall: What? What is it?
Guest (Female): Be patient. Ah, it came.
Connie Kendall: What came?
Guest (Female): There is something here that's sort of for you. Well, actually, it is for you, though it came to me because I ordered it.
Connie Kendall: Mom, what is it?
Guest (Female): It's this, a credit card.
Connie Kendall: You're kidding. A credit card?
Guest (Female): I think you've reached an age where you can handle the responsibility.
Connie Kendall: I don't believe it. My very own credit card?
Guest (Female): It never hurts to start building a good credit rating as soon as you can. Here.
Connie Kendall: Wow. Thanks, Mom. My own credit card.
Guest (Female): You might want to read the conditions that come with it. It's the kind of a card that you have to pay off at the end of each month. As responsible as I expect you to be, I don't want you carrying over a lot of bills and interest payments. That's not smart use of your money. Understand?
Connie Kendall: Yeah. Look, it has my name on it and everything.
Guest (Female): That's because it's your card.
Connie Kendall: My card. Thanks, Mom.
Chris: Now, on the Adventures in Odyssey Club, Trey starts his own business.
Guest (Male): If it isn't the proprietor of Trey's Lawn Spa.
Trey: Yeah, well, I'm a business owner now.
Chris: But he wasn't counting on his new neighbor, Sophie, helping him.
Sophie: That's 60 mosquito bites in the last 15 minutes, Trey. You should really finish this tomorrow.
Trey: I can handle a little itching, Sophie.
Sophie: But can you handle malaria? David Livingstone died from it.
Chris: Bugs, big dreams, and a brand new business. Listen now on the Adventures in Odyssey Club.
Bernard Walton: Jack? Connie? Anybody here?
Eugene Meltsner: Greetings and salutations, Mr. Walton.
Bernard Walton: Oh, hi, Eugene. We're here to do the windows.
Eugene Meltsner: Excellent. But who is the "we" you're referring to?
Bernard Walton: Oh, sorry. Eugene Meltsner, this is Simon, my new assistant.
Eugene Meltsner: Greetings, Simon.
Simon Birthel: Well, g'day. It's nice to meet you, Mr. Meltsner.
Eugene Meltsner: Oh, please, call me Eugene.
Simon Birthel: Okay, Eugene.
Eugene Meltsner: You're not from around here, I presume?
Bernard Walton: No, Simon's family is from Australia. His dad just took over the supply company I order from, and he asked me if I'd take Simon on as an apprentice this summer.
Eugene Meltsner: Well, Simon, I must say that you are indeed learning from the best.
Simon Birthel: Yeah, that's what my dad said.
Bernard Walton: Yeah, well, you're all very kind. As much as I'd like to have a group hug over how good I am at this job, I think I'll just get on with it. My job, that is. Simon, why don't you start outside on the front windows and don't forget what I showed you?
Simon Birthel: Yes, sir.
Eugene Meltsner: He seems like a very nice young man.
Bernard Walton: Yeah, he is. Enthusiastic, too. So, how are you doing, Eugene?
Eugene Meltsner: Me? Fine, thank you.
Bernard Walton: Are you? Do I not look fine?
Bernard Walton: Well, yes, you look fine, Eugene. I'm not talking about how you look. I'm talking about how you are.
Eugene Meltsner: Mr. Walton, to what precisely are you referring?
Bernard Walton: I'm talking about Katrina, Eugene. I heard she left, and I know how you felt about her, and I was concerned. Just make me spell it out, why don't you?
Eugene Meltsner: Mr. Walton, I appreciate your concern, but I assure you that I am in complete control of my emotional faculties, and the departure of Katrina will not impair my abilities to perform my duties either here or at the college.
Bernard Walton: Yeah, so it's been pretty tough, huh?
Eugene Meltsner: It's been awful, but I'd rather not discuss it.
Connie Kendall: Hi, guys.
Bernard Walton: Hi, Connie.
Simon Birthel: Miss Kendall.
Connie Kendall: So, you got yourself an Australian assistant, huh, Bernard?
Bernard Walton: You met Simon. You don't waste any time meeting newcomers, do you?
Connie Kendall: Well, it's hard to miss him when he's splashing water all over the front of the building. Cute kid, though.
Bernard Walton: Maybe I'd better go check his work. Eugene, if you ever need someone to talk to, just ask me.
Eugene Meltsner: Oh, thank you, Mr. Walton.
Bernard Walton: And I'll recommend some people.
Connie Kendall: Have I missed anything, Eugene? Where's Jack and Jason?
Eugene Meltsner: Oh, they're upstairs in the office going over monthly receipts. And what, may I ask, are all these packages?
Connie Kendall: I've been doing a little shopping, that's all.
Eugene Meltsner: Little? Obviously, the meaning of the word has changed. It appears to me, Miss Kendall, as if you've been doing a lot of shopping. Have you come upon an inheritance of some sort, perhaps an oil well sprung up in your backyard?
Connie Kendall: You are so funny, Eugene. I'll have you know that I now have my very own credit card. So, I made a few purchases to test to see if it was working properly.
Eugene Meltsner: I assume it was?
Connie Kendall: I guess so. They didn't arrest me or anything. So, how are you doing, Eugene?
Eugene Meltsner: Me? Fine, thank you.
Connie Kendall: Really?
Eugene Meltsner: Why does everybody keep asking me that question? Do I not look fine?
Connie Kendall: It's not how you look, Eugene. Come on, I'm talking about Katrina. How are you doing now that she's gone?
Eugene Meltsner: Miss Kendall, I appreciate your concern, but I assure you that I am in complete control of my emotional faculties, and Katrina's departure won't never mind. I'd rather not talk about it, and I wish everyone would quit harassing me on the subject. Pardon me, I have work to do.
Connie Kendall: Excuse me for caring.
Bernard Walton: Well, Simon, I think you did pretty well for your first day's work.
Simon Birthel: Thank you, Mr. Walton. It was a lot of fun.
Bernard Walton: You think so? Some people think washing windows is a little boring.
Simon Birthel: Well, I was wondering.
Bernard Walton: Yeah?
Simon Birthel: Well, now that I've got the hang of washing the windows with the squeegee, could I use the power sprayer tomorrow?
Bernard Walton: The power sprayer? Already? I'm not sure you're ready for that yet. I'd like to see you get even more experience with the squeegee. We've got some windows tomorrow that are kind of tricky.
Simon Birthel: Okay. I'll see you tomorrow.
Bernard Walton: Wait a minute. Where are you going?
Simon Birthel: Home.
Bernard Walton: Sorry, but the squeegees and buckets need to be cleaned out first.
Simon Birthel: Huh?
Bernard Walton: One of the first rules for any tradesman is to take care of his equipment. Now, the squeegees and buckets need to be cleaned. You just can't leave them dirty like that.
Simon Birthel: Yes, sir.
Connie Kendall: Let's see. New skirt, new shoes. Oh, no. It's Mom's birthday tomorrow. Where was my brain? I have to get her a present.
Eugene Meltsner: Hello, Miss Kendall.
Connie Kendall: Eugene. What are you doing here?
Eugene Meltsner: I'm sorry. Has the mall become exclusive only to those who own credit cards?
Connie Kendall: No, but I just never thought of you as a mall person, that's all.
Eugene Meltsner: Neither have I. But as it happens, Bennett's is having a sale on their laboratory smocks. I thought I might invest in a new one.
Connie Kendall: I should have figured it was something exciting like that. Eugene, about what happened today.
Eugene Meltsner: Today?
Connie Kendall: Yeah, I wasn't trying to pry into your feelings about Katrina. I was just honestly wondering how you were doing. I've been worried about you.
Eugene Meltsner: Well, you need not concern yourself with me, Miss Kendall. I am the proverbial rock.
Connie Kendall: Right.
Eugene Meltsner: I'm certain that in the long term, it is the best thing that could have happened to us both. And I have no doubt that I will be a much better person for her having departed.
Connie Kendall: Naturally. Anything else?
Eugene Meltsner: And I can't think of a time when I've been more miserable.
Connie Kendall: That's kind of what I figured. Have you eaten dinner, Eugene?
Eugene Meltsner: No.
Connie Kendall: Come on, let's find a restaurant. I'm starving.
Eugene Meltsner: I happen to know a good restaurant not too far from here.
Connie Kendall: Well, you lead the way, Mr. Rock.
Connie Kendall: You were right, Eugene. This is a nice restaurant. The food was good, too.
Eugene Meltsner: Yes, I've enjoyed it on many occasions. So, how are your studies coming along?
Connie Kendall: You asked me that 15 minutes ago.
Eugene Meltsner: Oh. Your mother?
Connie Kendall: 20 minutes ago.
Eugene Meltsner: Oh. Well, how about
Connie Kendall: Eugene, we have talked about everything there is to talk about, even your fascinating computer analysis of soil deposits in Odyssey.
Eugene Meltsner: I'm certain we haven't discussed the
Connie Kendall: We've talked about everything except how you're doing now that Katrina is gone. I thought that's why we came here to talk, and you've been avoiding it. So, how about it?
Eugene Meltsner: Connie, I'm sorry. I realize that it is more difficult to discuss than I ever would have imagined. Her departure has left an incredible void in my life.
Connie Kendall: Well, that is understandable.
Eugene Meltsner: You know, I thought I was stronger than this. I thought I could discipline my mind and heart to accept what was inevitable and move on with my life. And at this moment, I'm not certain that I can. She's all I think about. Hundreds of times I've picked up the phone to call her, sat down at my computer to write a letter, but I know I shouldn't. What is painful for me is I suspect just as painful for her. A clean break is what we need. I cling to the hope that this truly is the best thing for us. Still, it hurts me more than I can say.
Connie Kendall: For now, I'm sure it does.
Eugene Meltsner: But it hurts in ways that you may not know. My whole world was made better by her. In her absence, my whole world well, to use the colloquialism, it stinks. Connie, I believe it was a mistake to come here. Can we go, please?
Connie Kendall: Sure. Waiter, check, please.
Eugene Meltsner: Oh, here. I'll give you half.
Connie Kendall: No, no. No way. I invited you to dinner. I'll pay.
Eugene Meltsner: It's slightly more expensive than I remember.
Connie Kendall: It's no problem. I've got my credit card, and it's not like I'm buying something for myself. I'm doing it for you, too. That's the best way to use it, right?
Eugene Meltsner: Well, in principle, I agree, but the logic may be questionable when you consider
Guest (Male): Your bill, madam.
Connie Kendall: Thanks.
Eugene Meltsner: Miss Kendall
Connie Kendall: I've got it, Eugene. And now, just go on with what you were saying. Why did you suddenly decide it was a mistake to come here?
Eugene Meltsner: Well, the memories mostly. They were slightly more difficult than I'd estimated.
Connie Kendall: Memories? What memories?
Eugene Meltsner: Memories of this restaurant. Katrina and I used to come here quite regularly. This very table, 37. It's silly, I know.
Connie Kendall: It is not silly. It's very normal. All the things you're feeling are normal.
Eugene Meltsner: Well, then at this point in my life, Connie, being normal is the last thing I want to be. Perhaps I need to do something different, something abnormal, at least for me.
Connie Kendall: Like what?
Eugene Meltsner: I think I'll grow a mustache.
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Bernard Walton: All right, Simon. Is everything loaded up for the day?
Simon Birthel: Yes, sir.
Bernard Walton: Okay. Did you check to make sure we have enough cleaning fluid? We don't want to run out and have to drive all the way back here to get more.
Simon Birthel: Yes, sir. And I've been reading the manual about the power sprayer, and I think I understand how it works. Maybe I could do some of the second floor
Bernard Walton: Experience, Simon. We'll get you some of that in other areas, and then you'll use the power sprayer and work on second-floor windows, all right? He keeps going back to it like a broken record. I like your enthusiasm, but I'm not keen on enthusiasm getting ahead of proper training. Give it a couple of weeks first.
Simon Birthel: A couple of weeks?
Bernard Walton: Let's go.
Simon Birthel: Yes, Mr. Walton. Whatever you say.
Bernard Walton: That's what I said. Okay, our first stop, Rathbone's Palace. Okay, Simon, for a store like Rathbone's Palace, you're going to need a long-handled squeegee to take care of the front display windows. Now, you want to be careful where you put the bucket and watch you don't hit someone with a long handle, okay?
Simon Birthel: Yes, sir. But wouldn't it be easier if we use the power sprayer?
Bernard Walton: It might seem easier, but
Bart Rathbone: Hey, Walton. It's about time you showed up to do some work.
Bernard Walton: Morning, Bart.
Bart Rathbone: Who's the kid?
Bernard Walton: Simon Birthel. He's helping me out this summer.
Bart Rathbone: Good for you. Wish I could sidestep the labor laws like that.
Bernard Walton: I'm not sidestepping
Bart Rathbone: Look, Walton, you and I got to have a talk about them windows in the back. I think you keep forgetting about them or something. They are filthy.
Bernard Walton: Which windows?
Bart Rathbone: The office windows on the second floor. I cleaned them last week, did them thoroughly, too. Yeah, well, all I know is
Connie Kendall: Bye, guys. Bye, guys.
Bart Rathbone: Hi, Connie.
Bernard Walton: Connie? Anyway, you got to come back there and take a look. It seems like they've been a mess ever since you left last week, and I ain't paying for no messy windows.
Bernard Walton: All right, don't get yourself all worked up, Bart. Show me what you're talking about. Look, Simon, get started on these front windows, okay?
Simon Birthel: Yes, sir.
Bernard Walton: And don't leave no streaks. Nothing worse than streaky windows.
Simon Birthel: Yes, sir.
Bernard Walton: I'm not questioning your work, mind you. Well, it sure sounds like you're questioning my work. I cleaned those
Simon Birthel: Don't leave no streaks. Nothing worse than streaky windows. Oh, brother. You wouldn't have to worry about streaks if you let me use the power sprayer. Get the job done in no time at all. But no, he doesn't trust me. Then again, maybe I could prove him wrong. Yeah, I could do these front windows with the power sprayer, and then he'll see firsthand that I know how to do it. Yeah.
Guest (Male): Will that be all?
Connie Kendall: Yeah, I think so. Are these blenders really any good? I mean, they're not on sale because there's anything wrong with them, right?
Guest (Male): Will this be cash, check, or charge?
Connie Kendall: Charge, please. Here's my card.
Guest (Male): Thank you. They're the best blenders Rathbone's Palace has. They're on sale because the manufacturer gave us a discounted quantity.
Connie Kendall: Okay, just so you're sure.
Guest (Male): I have one just like it at home. That'll be $27.43 on your credit card.
Connie Kendall: Okay. It's new, you know.
Guest (Male): All our blenders are new.
Connie Kendall: I meant my credit card.
Guest (Male): Oh, I see. Well, there seems to be a problem with the authorization. Let me punch it in again. Strange, it won't give me the authorization for this purchase.
Connie Kendall: Your computer must be wrong.
Guest (Male): It's not our computer. It's the credit office. I'm sorry, but you'll have to pay for this blender in cash.
Connie Kendall: Cash? But I don't have any cash right now, and my mom's birthday is today.
Guest (Male): I'm sorry. I suggest you call your credit card company to find out what's happening. Is it possible you've gone over your credit limit?
Connie Kendall: No way. I don't even think I have a limit. It's got to be something else.
Guest (Male): Maybe it is. I am sorry, though. Please come back when you have it sorted out.
Connie Kendall: Are you kidding? Just keep your blender.
Guest (Male): May I help the next person in line, please?
Connie Kendall: Over my limit. No way.
Simon Birthel: All right, I'm all set up and everything. Wait a minute. I've got to have two hands to hold this thing. But how can I turn on the faucet? I need another pair of hands.
Connie Kendall: Wait until I call that credit card company. They're going to be so sorry for
Simon Birthel: Oh, hi. Connie, right?
Connie Kendall: Yeah, right.
Simon Birthel: Can I ask you a favor?
Connie Kendall: I'm sorry, but I really don't have time right now. I
Simon Birthel: It'll only take a second. I just need you to hold this power sprayer while I turn on the faucet. It's right there. Then I'll come back and take it from you, okay?
Connie Kendall: It's not going to explode or anything, is it?
Simon Birthel: No, it won't explode. Just point it at the window, and I'll take it back from you.
Connie Kendall: Well, okay, if you promise to hurry.
Simon Birthel: Yeah, it'll only take a second. Here we go.
Connie Kendall: Hey, this is pretty strong.
Simon Birthel: I'm coming. Don't worry.
Connie Kendall: Here, take it. It's coming loose.
Simon Birthel: I've got it. Wait. I'm losing it.
Connie Kendall: Watch out. Grab it.
Simon Birthel: Oh, no. I'm getting all wet. It's out of control. Look out. Turn off the water.
Connie Kendall: Okay, grab it while I do.
Simon Birthel: I can't. Help. Somebody help. It's headed for the window. Simon, help.
Bernard Walton: What is going on here? Look at my window. What did you do to my window, Connie?
Connie Kendall: Me? It wasn't my fault.
Bernard Walton: The power sprayer. What's that doing out here?
Simon Birthel: Oh, no. It's my fault, Mr. Walton. It's all my fault.
Guest (Female): Hi, Mom.
Guest (Female): Hi, Connie. What are you doing home so early? What happened to you? You're soaked.
Connie Kendall: I was attacked by a wild hose in front of Rathbone's Palace.
Guest (Female): I thought you were working this morning. What were you doing at Rathbone's Palace?
Connie Kendall: Therein lies the tale. Is there something I should know about my credit card?
Guest (Female): Like what?
Connie Kendall: Like why Rathbone's Palace wouldn't let me buy something because their computer wouldn't give me authorization?
Guest (Female): You tried to buy something and they couldn't authorize your card? Hmm.
Connie Kendall: The sales clerk thought it might have something to do with my credit limit.
Guest (Female): Oh, I see. Maybe you better go upstairs and change into something drier while I call the credit card company.
Connie Kendall: Okay.
Bernard Walton: Well, I hope this is a lesson to you, Simon.
Simon Birthel: Sure is. Never let a girl hold a power sprayer.
Bernard Walton: Wrong. Try again.
Simon Birthel: Listen to you in the future?
Bernard Walton: Much better. Do you understand now why I didn't want you to use the power sprayer? It's a sophisticated piece of equipment, at least for my business, that requires some training. That's why I wanted to make sure you mastered the basic stuff first, and then I'd move you on to some more difficult responsibilities.
Guest (Female): So what'd they say?
Guest (Female): Your card couldn't be authorized because you went over your credit limit.
Connie Kendall: I did?
Guest (Female): Yes, and I'm very surprised.
Connie Kendall: Why? How much was my credit limit?
Guest (Female): $250.
Connie Kendall: What? That's a mistake.
Guest (Female): For whom? Are you sure you haven't spent that much?
Connie Kendall: In only a couple of days? No way. I just bought a few things, that's all. Not $250 worth.
Guest (Female): Connie, my guess is if you look through your receipts, your few things cost more than you thought.
Connie Kendall: I can't believe it.
Guest (Female): Believe it.
Connie Kendall: But where am I going to get that kind of money when the bill comes?
Guest (Female): That's a very good question. I can't wait to hear your answer.
Connie Kendall: I don't know.
Guest (Female): Good thing I set the limit at only 250. Just imagine the mess you'd be in if you were allowed to spend more.
Connie Kendall: How embarrassing. I feel like I tricked myself. Every time I pulled out the card to buy something, I felt like I had a good reason. I guess I didn't.
Guest (Female): Probably not.
Connie Kendall: You knew this would happen, didn't you?
Guest (Female): Well, I didn't know it would happen. I was hoping you'd be more responsible than that. But I figured it wouldn't hurt to have a safety net your first time out.
Bernard Walton: And that's the last of it.
Simon Birthel: I'm really sorry, Mr. Walton.
Bernard Walton: No problem. We'll just take it out of your pay, a little at a time.
Simon Birthel: How depressing.
Bernard Walton: No point in being depressed. You learned something really important today. Granted, you did it the hard way, but it's still important. You ever read the Bible, Simon?
Simon Birthel: Well, sometimes.
Bernard Walton: Good, because there's something in there that ties into what you learned today.
Simon Birthel: Really? Like what?
Bernard Walton: I think it's the idea that God entrusts us with things a little at a time. As we show maturity in how we use what he's given us, then he entrusts us with more. But if we misuse what little he's given us, he may take it away. So, whether you meant to or not, you played out a Bible teaching in what you did today.
Simon Birthel: I did? That's weird.
Bernard Walton: No, not weird, Simon. Happens all the time around here. Now, get in the truck while I haggle with Bart about that window.
Simon Birthel: Yes, sir.
Eugene Meltsner: Good morning, Connie. Oh, good morning. What are you doing here? You're not supposed to work today.
Connie Kendall: Well, I talked Jason into letting me work more hours over the next couple of weeks.
Eugene Meltsner: And why, may I ask?
Connie Kendall: I got a little carried away with my new credit card, and I'm going to have a whopper of a bill coming at the end of the month.
Eugene Meltsner: I see. Well, then allow me to contribute to your debt by paying for at least half of our meal together last night.
Connie Kendall: Well, normally I'd say no, but in this case, thanks, Eugene. I'll take it. Boy, I learned my lesson about credit cards. In fact, I'm not even carrying it around anymore. I'll keep it at home until I'm absolutely sure I need it.
Eugene Meltsner: Good idea.
Connie Kendall: Eugene?
Eugene Meltsner: Yes?
Connie Kendall: What's that on your lip? Did you have some hot chocolate with your breakfast?
Eugene Meltsner: No, it's the start of my new mustache, a symbol of the change in my life and personality.
Connie Kendall: Oh, a symbol of change, huh?
Eugene Meltsner: Don't you like it?
Connie Kendall: It's, well, as symbols go, are you sure you don't want to just part your hair in a different place or maybe wear a different color vest?
Eugene Meltsner: It's either the mustache or perhaps having my ear pierced, possibly a tattoo.
Connie Kendall: Eugene.
Eugene Meltsner: Or how about a gold cap for my front teeth, or a mohawk haircut, perhaps all of the above?
Connie Kendall: Forget I said anything, okay? Your mustache looks terrific. Just start small with that.
Eugene Meltsner: I shall.
Connie Kendall: Though I have some eyeliner in my purse if you want it, just to sort of fill it out a little bit.
Eugene Meltsner: Miss Kendall, you jest.
Connie Kendall: Come on, just a little. Really.
Eugene Meltsner: No, no. Get away from me.
Connie Kendall: Oh, don't be such a coward.
Eugene Meltsner: No, no. Go away. Cease and desist. Help, Mr. Allen. Madwoman with an eyeliner pencil. Hold still. Wait, just look at it. It'll look a lot better. Just hold still.
Chris: You know, the two stories we heard today have a lot in common. Both of them talk about something the Bible calls stewardship. Stewardship is when we acknowledge that everything we have, our possessions, talents, money, spiritual gifts, even our lives, really belong to God. We may think they are ours, but they aren't. God has loaned everything to us, trusting us with more and more as we show good sense and responsibility in how we use them. Like we saw in today's stories, Connie and Simon saw two different sides of good stewardship. For Connie, it had to do with responsible use of money. For Simon, it had to do with responsible use of his talents. In either case, we all have to be wise as we use the wonderful things God has given us. Why don't you write and tell me about how you're a good steward? I'd love to hear from you. Our address is Adventures in Odyssey, Colorado Springs, Colorado, 80995. Or in Canada, write to Box 9800, Vancouver, B.C., V6B 4G3. And don't forget to ask about how you can get your own copy of today's episode. It's called A Little Credit, Please. That address again is Adventures in Odyssey, Colorado Springs, Colorado, 80995. Adventures in Odyssey is a presentation of Focus on the Family. A Little Credit, Please was written and directed by Paul McCusker. Our production engineer was Mark Brewer, and our executive producer is Chuck Bolte. And I'm Chris, hoping you'll join us again next time for more Adventures in Odyssey.