You may have wealth. It cannot profit long. You may have health. Decay will cause its flower to fade. You may have strength. It soon will totter to the grave. You may have honors. A breath will blast them. You may have flattering friends. They are but as a summer brook. These boasted joys often now cover an aching heart, but they never gave a grain of solid peace; they never healed a wounded conscience; they never won approving looks from God; they never crushed the sting of sin.

Henry Law

CATEGORY	CUISINE	TAG	YIELD
Eggs		Choco1	1	servings

INGREDIENTS

1		Egg white
1	ts	Vanilla
1	pn	Salt
		Lots of powdered sugar
2		Jars Maraschino cherries; (drained, then
2		Squares bitter chocolate
12	oz	Chocolate chips
4	tb	Melted paraffin

INSTRUCTIONS

Cherries: It is easier to handle the cherries if they are frozen
first, but not necessary. Beat the egg white until fluffy. Add
vanilla, salt and enough powdered sugar to make a stiff dough. Beat
with mixer until very stiff. Knead like bread dough. Wrap the
cherries with sugar mixture and put on buttered wax paper over a
cookie sheet. Chill or, better yet, put in freezer.
Chocolate Dip: Melt bitter chocolate and chocolate chips over hot
water in double boiler. Add paraffin. Keep dip over hot water while
dipping. Dip cherries. The stems can be left on for a handle or use a
toothpick. Let drain and eat them.
Recipe by: GABRIEL OR BARBARA REICH <reich1@ix.netcom.com>
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A Message from our Provider:

“How impersonal God seems is a measure of the distance you have put between yourself and God”

If there lurks in most modern minds the notion that to desire our own good and earnestly hope for the enjoyment of it is a bad thing, I submit that this notion has crept in from Kant and the Stoics and is no part of the Christian faith. Indeed, if we consider the unblushing promises of reward and the staggering nature of the rewards promised in the Gospels, it would seem that Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling around with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in the slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.

C.S. Lewis