It is wisdom to take occasional furlough. In the long run, we shall do more by sometimes doing less. On, on, on forever, without recreation, may suit spirits emancipated from this “heavy clay,” but while we are in this tabernacle, we must every now and then cry halt, and serve the Lord by holy inaction and consecrated leisure. Let no tender conscience doubt the lawfulness of going out of harness for a while, but learn from the experience of others the necessity and duty of taking timely rest.

C.H. Spurgeon

CATEGORY	CUISINE	TAG	YIELD
		Salads	1	Servings

INGREDIENTS

6		Carrots; peeled and shredded
1/2	c	Raisins
1		Carton; (8-ounce) lowfat vanilla yogurt
6		Iceberg lettuce leaves

INSTRUCTIONS

Mix all ingredients together, except lettuce leaves, in a mixing bowl.
Cover with plastic wrap and refrigerate for 15 minutes. Toss again before
serving. Serve on lettuce leaves.
Recipe by: Makes 4 to 6 servings
Posted to recipelu-digest Volume 01 Number 664 by James and Susan Kirkland
<kirkland@gj.net> on Feb 01, 1998

A Message from our Provider:

“Do not look to your hope, but to Christ, the source of your hope. #Charles Spurgeon”

In one of his sermons, Spurgeon reminded his congregation about the doctrine of God’s electing some from the foundation of the world. But he noted that our task is to preach the gospel to every creature, not to find the elect. Spurgeon reportedly said that if God had painted a yellow strip down the back of each of the elect, he would run up and down the streets of London, lifting up shirttails, and preaching the gospel to the elect. But Spurgeon reminds us that God has not done so. Instead He has commanded us to “preach the gospel to every creature.” We must urgently appeal to everyone to come to Christ.

Jim Ehrhard

Oh, there is, in contemplating Christ, a balm for every wound! In musing on the Father, there is a quietus for every grief and in the influence of the Holy Spirit there is a balsam for every sore. Would you lose your sorrows? Would you drown your cares? Then go plunge yourself in the Godhead’s deepest sea; be lost in His immensity; and you shall come forth as from a couch of rest, refreshed and invigorated. I know nothing which can so comfort the soul, so calm the swelling billows of grief and sorrow; so speak peace to the winds of trial, as a devout musing upon the subject of the Godhead.

C.H. Spurgeon