Name: Lemon Shandies
Ingredients: 1 c Sugar; 3 c Water; 4 3-inch strips lemon zest; 1 c Fresh lemon juice; 2 Fresh mint sprigs; Chilled beer; such as pale ale

The strength of temptation also comes from a tendency to push virtues to such an extreme that they become vices. For example, it is all too easy for the joy of eating to become gluttony, or for the blessing of rest to become sloth, or for the peace of quietness to become non-communication, or for industriousness to become greed, or for liberty to be turned into an excuse for licentiousness. We all know what it’s like for pleasure to become sensuality, or for self-care to become selfishness, or for self-respect to become conceit, or for wise caution to become cynicism and unbelief, or for righteous anger to become unrighteous rage, or for the joy of sex to become immorality, or for conscientiousness to become perfectionism. The list could go on endlessly…

Sam Storms

CATEGORY	CUISINE	TAG	YIELD
		Cooking liv, Import	1	Servings

INGREDIENTS

1	c	Sugar
3	c	Water
4		3-inch strips lemon zest
1	c	Fresh lemon juice
2		Fresh mint sprigs
		Chilled beer; such as pale ale

INSTRUCTIONS

In a small saucepan bring sugar and 1 cup water to a boil, stirring until
sugar is dissolved, and stir in zest. Cool sugar syrup to room temperature.
Transfer syrup to a small pitcher and stir in remaining 2 cups water, lemon
juice, and mint. Chill lemonade until cold. (Makes about 4 1/2 cups
lemonade.)
Pour 1/4 cup lemonade, or to taste, into each of 4 chilled beer glasses and
top off with beer.
Yield: 4 to 6 servings
Recipe by: Cooking Live Show #CL8932 Posted to MC-Recipe Digest V1 #721 by
"Angele and Jon Freeman" <jfreeman@netusa1.net> on Aug 4, 1997

A Message from our Provider:

“Heal the Past… Live the Present… Dream the Future…”

Jesus is quickly thrown backwards with His shoulders against the wood. The legionnaire feels for the depression at the front of the wrist. He drives a heavy, square, wrought-iron nail through the wrist and deep into the wood. Quickly, he moves to the other side and repeats the action, being careful not to pull the arms too tightly but to allow some flexion and movement. The patibulum is then lifted in place at the top of the stipes [the vertical beam].... The left foot is pressed backward against the right foot, and with both feet extended, toes down, a nail is driven through the arch of each, leaving the knees moderately flexed. The Victim is now crucified as He slowly sags down with more weight on the nails in the wrists, excruciating, fiery pain shoots along the fingers and up the arms to explode in the brain – the nails in the wrists are putting pressure on the median nerves As He pushes Himself upward to avoid this stretching torment, He places His full weight on the nail through His feet. Again there is the searing agony of the nail tearing through the nerves between the metatarsal bones of the feet. At this point, another phenomenon occurs. As the arms fatigue, great waves of cramps sweep over the muscles, knotting them in deep, relentless, throbbing pain. With these cramps comes the inability to push Himself upward... Air can be drawn into the lungs, but cannot be exhaled. Jesus fights to raise Himself in order to get even one small breath. Finally carbon dioxide builds up in the lungs and in the blood stream and the cramps partially subside. Spasmodically He is able to push Himself upward to exhale and bring in the life-giving oxygen... Hours of this limitless pain, cycles of twisting, joint-rending cramps, intermit tent partial asphyxiation, searing pain as tissue is torn from His lacerated back as He moves up and down against the rough timber: Then another agony begins. A deep crushing pain deep in the chest as the pericardium slowly fills with serum and begins to compress the heart... It is now almost over – the loss of tissue fluids has reached a critical level – the compressed heart is struggling to pump heavy, thick, sluggish blood into the tissues – the tortured lungs are making a frantic effort to gasp in small gulps of air... The body of Jesus is now in extremis and He can feel the chill of death creeping through His tissues... His mission of atonement has been completed. Finally he can allow His body to die.

C. Truman Davis