Hot Cocoa For A Crowd – We Love God!

We do trust in our riches. Our words prove it. America’s national retirement plan is called “Social Security.” We call our investments “securities” and “trusts,” as if we can trust them for a secure future. We also make money a god in additional ways. We give it the title of deity: “the Almighty Dollar.” We make money a judge. When someone asks, “What is he worth?” he or she means, “How much money, how many assets, does he have?” We speak as if a man’s financial assets determine his worth.

Dan Doriani

CATEGORY	CUISINE	TAG	YIELD
Dairy		Beverages	12	Servings

INGREDIENTS

1 1/2	c	Sugar
1/2	c	Hershey'sÂ® cocoa
1/4	t	Salt
12	c	Milk
4	t	Vanilla extract
		Sweetened whipped cream
		optional
		Additional cocoa, optional

INSTRUCTIONS

Stir together sugar, cocoa and salt in a 4- to 6-quart saucepan. Heat
milk in microwave until hot, but not boiling; gradually add to cocoa
mixture, stirring until well-blended. Stir in vanilla. Serve
immediately or keep warm over very low heat for up to 2 hours. At
serving time, stir; pour into mugs. Garnish with whipped cream; sift
cocoa over whipped cream if desired. Serves 12.  Recipe by: Hershey's
Best-Loved Recipes Cookbook  Posted to MC-Recipe Digest V1 #883 by
"Crane Walden  <cranew@foothill.net>" <cranew@foothill.net> on Nov 4,
1997

A Message from our Provider:

“You’re on this planet for a purpose. Find it.”

O Christless man! You too will hear that voice. Your soul will hear it in hell, your body will hear it in the grave; and death and hell will give up the dead which are in them. You will not hear His voice now, but you must hear it then. You will come forth, like Lazarus, and stand before God. Perhaps you would like to lie still in the grave. Oh! Let the rocks fall on me, and the mountains cover me. Perhaps you will cling to the sides of the grave, and clasp your frail coffin in your arms. Perhaps your soul would wish to lie still in hell. Oh! Let me alone! Let the burning wave go over forever, let the worm gnaw and never die. But you must come forth to the resurrection of damnation. You must rise to shame and everlasting contempt.

Robert Murray McCheyne