Is there a voice in weeping? Does weeping speak? In what language doth it utter its meaning? Why, in that universal tongue which is known and understood in all the earth, and even in heaven above. When a man weeps, whether he be a Jew or Gentile, Barbarian, Scythian, bond or free, it has the same meaning in it. Weeping is the eloquence of sorrow. It is an unstammering orator, needing no interpreter, but understood of all. Is it not sweet to believe that our tears are understood even when words fail? Let us learn to think of tears as liquid prayers, and of weeping as a constant dropping of importunate intercession which will wear its way right surely into the very heart of mercy, despite the stony difficulties which obstruct the way. My God, I will 'weep' when I cannot plead, for thou hearest the voice of my weeping.

C.H. Spurgeon

CATEGORY	CUISINE	TAG	YIELD
			1	Servings

INGREDIENTS

3	bn	Spinach
1		Onion chopped
1	ts	Ginger chopped
3		Green chillis
1/2	ts	Turmeric pwd
225	g	Paneer
2	tb	Oil
		Oil for deep frying
1	pn	Sodium bicarbonate
		Salt

INSTRUCTIONS

This recipes comes from Jasmeet Judge (jasmeet@eecs.umich.edu)
Chop spinach , add 1/4 cup water ,soda bi carb and cook. When cooked blend
well in a blender.  Cut paneer into cubes and deep fry in hot oil.Heat oil
and fry onions,add ginger,green chillis and turmeric pwd and fry, add
spinach and paneer.
From Gemini's MASSIVE MealMaster collection at www.synapse.com/~gemini

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“Forgive your enemies – it messes with their heads!”

Prevailing prayer takes the Christian to the mountain and enables him to cover heaven with clouds of blessings, and earth with floods of mercy. Prevailing prayer lifts the Christian and shows him his inheritance and transfigures him into the likeness of his Lord. If you would like to reach to something higher than ordinary groveling experience, look to the Rock that is higher than you, and gaze with the eye of faith through the window of consistent prayer. When you open the window on your side it will not be bolted on the other.

C.H. Spurgeon