Whenever I am afield or outdoors, there steals over me the acute consciousness that I am confronted on every hand by the superb workmanship of my Father. It is as if every tree, rock, river, flower, mountain, bird, or blade of grass had stamped upon it the indelible label, "Made by God." Is it any wonder that in a simple yet sublime sense of devotion, respect, and reverence for all life, Christ longed for His Father's name to be hallowed throughout the earth?

Phillip Keller

CATEGORY	CUISINE	TAG	YIELD
Meats		Soups & ste, Restaurant	1	Servings

INGREDIENTS

20	md	Carrots
		Chicken broth
3	md	Onion — chopped
3		Whole bay leaves
2	tb	Canola oil
		Salt and pepper — to taste

INSTRUCTIONS

Trim and halve carrots; do not peel. Put in soup pot and add chicken broth
to cover. Bring to a boil, lower heat and simmer until the carrots are
tender, about 40 minutes. Meanwhile, saute onions and bay leaves in oil
until onion is translucent. Reserve. When carrots are tender, place them in
a blender. Discard bay leaves; add the onions to the blender. Puree until
smooth, adding liquid from the soup pot as needed for consistency. Season
with salt and pepper to taste.
Posted to MealMaster Recipes List, Digest #157
Date: 06 Jun 96 12:50:17 EDT
From: "Glen T. Greenman" <102724.3265@compuserve.com>
Recipe By     : Abdelrahman Aly & Spiro Giannopoulos, Cafe Royal, Dallas

A Message from our Provider:

“God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage.”

Shredded flesh against unforgiving wood, iron stakes pounded through bone and wracked nerves, joints wrenched out of socket by the sheer dead weight of the body, public humiliation before the eyes of family, friends, and the world – that was death on the cross, “the infamous stake” as the Romans called it, “the barren wood,” the maxima mala crux. Or as the Greeks spat it out, the stauros. No wonder no one talked about it. No wonder parents hid their children’s eyes from it. The stauros was a loathsome thing, and the one who died on it was loathsome too, a vile criminal whose only use was to hang there as a putrid, decaying warning to anyone else who might follow his example. That is how Jesus died.

Greg Gilbert