Name: Frozen Margarita
Ingredients: 1 1/2 oz Tequila; 1/2 oz Triple Sec; 1 oz Lemon or Lime Juice

It is common to hear people saying on their deathbeds, “I only want the Lord to forgive me my sins, and take me to rest.” But those who say such things forget that the rest of heaven would be utterly useless if we had no heart to enjoy it! What could an unsanctified man do in heaven, if by any chance he got there? Let that question be fairly looked in the face, and fairly answered. No man can possibly be happy in a place where he is not in his element, and where all around him is not congenial to his tastes, habits, and character. When an eagle is happy in an iron cage, when a sheep is happy in the water, when an owl is happy in the blaze of noonday sun, when a fish is happy on the dry land - then, and not till then, will I admit that the unsanctified man could be happy in heaven.

J.C. Ryle

CATEGORY	CUISINE	TAG	YIELD
		Glass – coc, Lemon juice, Lime juice, Tequila	1	Servings

INGREDIENTS

1 1/2	oz	Tequila
1/2	oz	Triple Sec
1	oz	Lemon or Lime Juice

INSTRUCTIONS

Combine ingredients with one cup of crushed ice and blend at low speed for
5 seconds. Blend at high speed until firm. Pour into a cocktail glass and
garnnish with a slice of lemon or lime. Salt rim of glass if desired.
Recipe by: Mr. Boston Posted to MC-Recipe Digest V1 #715 by John Setzler
<jms@twave.net> on Aug 2, 1997

A Message from our Provider:

“Been falsely accused of the most awful things? Then you know how God feels”

As is so often the case, when we live coram Deo, before the face of God, the thinking of the world gets turned upside down. My freedom consists in large part in being free of the lies of the culture, in believing God’s truth when all around me stumble in the darkness. I need not believe that children are a burden nor that my headship in my home is a heinous crime against equality. I need believe neither that manliness consists of owning a powerful truck, nor that manliness is having the power to blubber like a baby. Because God the Father has adopted me as His son, I am no longer a slave to folly. Because I am free, I no longer believe the lies of my former father, the father of lies. Because the shackles have been loosed and the blinders removed, I know I need to fear no man, but God alone. Our Captain and King has freed us so that we might be free men, and such are men indeed.

R.C. Sproul Jr.

Nativity scenes and Christmas cards make the birthing place of Jesus like something out of a “Tennessee Made-for-Television Christmas Special” with Garth Brooks sitting on a bale of hay strumming some of our Holiday favorites in a clean barn with domesticated animals and seats for the children to drink their hot chocolate. Clearly this was not the case for Joseph and Mary. The conditions were crude. We can assume animals were present, but the text never confirms it. Animals probably were at some time housed there since Jesus was placed in a manger, which is a feeding trough for animals. The whole place smelled not only from animal droppings, but also from poverty, scandal, insignificance, helplessness, humiliation and embarrassment.

Randy Smith