[Jesus Christ’s] victory, of course, does not mean that we rush off to kill all our enemies. It means instead that we are to love them. Our love for them must be strong enough, however, to tell them with both passion and compassion, that their hopes are in vain, that their gods are mute and dumb, and that there is only one name under heaven by which a man must be saved. Our love for them does not present the Christian Gospel as an option. It does not lead us to argue that it’s a good option that has worked well for us. Our love instead commands all men everywhere to repent and believe the Gospel, lest they perish. Our love calls on all our enemies to kiss the Son, lest He be angry and they perish along the way (Ps. 2:12).

R.C. Sproul Jr.

CATEGORY	CUISINE	TAG	YIELD
Dairy, Vegetables, Eggs		Breads	8	Servings

INGREDIENTS

		Jim Vorheis
1	c	Plus 2 tb all-purpose flour
1/2	ts	Baking powder
1/4	ts	Cream of tartar
1/2	ts	Salt
1/8	ts	Baking soda
1/4	c	Instant nonfat dry milk
1/3	c	Vegetable shortening
1	tb	Sugar
1	tb	Minced onion
1		Egg, beaten
1/4	c	Milk
1/4	c	White wine
1/2	ts	Dried oregano
1/4	c	Freshly grated Parmesan cheese

INSTRUCTIONS

Sift together flour, baking powder, cream of tartar, salt, soda and dry
milk.  Cut in shortening until the mixture resembles coarse meal. Add
sugar, minced onion, egg, milk, wine and oregano. Mix thoroughly. Spread
mixture in greased 8 or 9-inch round pan and sprinkle with cheese. Bake at
425 F for 15-20 minutes or until a wooden pick inserted in center comes out
clean.
Creme de Colorado Cookbook (1987) From the collection of Jim Vorheis
From Gemini's MASSIVE MealMaster collection at www.synapse.com/~gemini

A Message from our Provider:

“Religion is external, faith is internal.”

O Christless man! You too will hear that voice. Your soul will hear it in hell, your body will hear it in the grave; and death and hell will give up the dead which are in them. You will not hear His voice now, but you must hear it then. You will come forth, like Lazarus, and stand before God. Perhaps you would like to lie still in the grave. Oh! Let the rocks fall on me, and the mountains cover me. Perhaps you will cling to the sides of the grave, and clasp your frail coffin in your arms. Perhaps your soul would wish to lie still in hell. Oh! Let me alone! Let the burning wave go over forever, let the worm gnaw and never die. But you must come forth to the resurrection of damnation. You must rise to shame and everlasting contempt.

Robert Murray McCheyne