In the day that we stand before our Master and Maker, it will not matter how many people on earth knew our name, how many called us great, and how many considered us fools. It will not matter whether schools and hospitals were named after us, whether our estate was large or small, whether our funeral drew ten thousand or no one. It will not matter what the newspapers or history books said or didn’t say. What will matter is one thing and one thing only – what the Master thinks of us.

Randy Alcorn

CATEGORY	CUISINE	TAG	YIELD
		Foods, Non	4	Servings

INGREDIENTS

INSTRUCTIONS

Soak feet regularly in a shallow tub of cool water containing one
quarter cup of baking soda to absorb odors. You can also try this
footbath: Steep two bags of chamomile or mint tea in a pint of  boiling
water for 15 minutes, then pour the brewed tea into a basin  filled
with two quarts of cool water. Soak feet for 20 minutes to 30  minutes.
Rinse with cool water, then pat dry and finish with powder.  busted by
sooz  Recipe by: Key Gourmet  Posted to recipelu-digest by sooz
<kirkland@gj.net> on Mar 20, 1998

A Message from our Provider:

“Jesus: Peacemaker”

Indeed, a person who lives in the exercise of faith and love, and who finds by experience that it is good for him to draw near to God, will not need to be told how often he must pray, any more than how often he must converse with an earthly friend. Those whom we love, we love to be much with. Love is the best casuist, and either resolves or prevents a thousand scruples and questions, which may perplex those who only serve God from principles of constraint and fear. A believer will account those his happiest days, when he has most leisure and most liberty of spirit for the exercise of prayer.

John Newton

It is natural...for us to trust in ourselves. It is so natural, and so confirmed by the habits of a lifetime, that no ordinary difficulties or perplexities avail to break us of it. It takes all God can do to root up our self-confidence. He must reduce us to despair; He must bring us to such an extremity that the one voice we have in our hearts, the one voice that cries to us wherever we look round for help, is death, death, death. It is out of this despair that the superhuman hope is born. It is out of this abject helplessness that the soul learns to look up with new trust to God… How do most of us attain to any faith in Providence? Is it not by proving, through numberless experiments, that it is not in man that walketh to direct his steps? Is it not by coming, again and again, to the limit of our resources, and being compelled to feel that unless there is a wisdom and a love at work on our behalf, immeasurably wiser and more benign than our own, life is a moral chaos?... Only desperation opens our eyes to God’s love.

James Denney