Peach And Cream Liqueur

If you are ever going to be an ambassador in the hands of a God of glorious and powerful grace, you must die. You must die to your plans for your own life. You must die to your self-focused dreams of success. You must die to your demands for comfort and ease. You must die to your individual definition of the good life. You must die to your demands for pleasure, acclaim, prominence, and respect. You must die to your desire to be in control. You must die to your hope for independent righteousness. You must die to your plans for others. You must die to your cravings for a certain lifestyle or that particular location. You must die to your own kingship. You must die to the pursuit of your own glory in order to take up the cause of the glory of Another. You must die to your control over your own time. You must die to your maintenance of your own reputation. You must die to having the final answer and getting your own way. You must die to your unfaltering confidence in you. You must die.

Paul David Tripp

CATEGORY	CUISINE	TAG	YIELD
Dairy, Eggs		Beverage	1	Servings

INGREDIENTS

1		14-oz sweetened condensed
		milk
1	c	Peach schnapps
1	c	Heavy or whipping cream
3/4	c	Vodka
4		Eggs
1	t	Vanilla
1/4	t	Almond extract

INSTRUCTIONS

Combine all in a blender until smooth.  Pour into bottles and
refrigerate overnight.  Shake well.  Store up to 1 month.  Makes 2  1/2
pints.  DUHIGG.1@OSU.EDU (TREGG DUHIGG)  REC.FOOD.RECIPES  From
rec.food.cooking archives.  Downloaded from Glen's MM Recipe  Archive,
http://www.erols.com/hosey.

A Message from our Provider:

“God loves everyone, but probably prefers ‘fruits of the spirit\” over \”religious nuts!\””

Nutrition (calculated from recipe ingredients) ---------------------------------------------- Calories: 1514 Calories From Fat: 950 Total Fat: 107.4g Cholesterol: 1071.3mg Sodium: 383.7mg Potassium: 485.4mg Carbohydrates: 9.3g Fiber: 0g Sugar: 2.3g Protein: 30.5g

Have you ever in the first five seconds of temptation, demanded of your mind that it look steadfastly at the crucified form of Jesus Christ? Picture this. You have just seen a peek-a-boo blouse inviting further fantasy. You have five seconds. "No! Get out of my mind! God help me!" Now, immediately, demand of your mind - you can do this by the Spirit (Romans 8:13). Demand of your mind to fix its gaze on Christ on the cross. Use all your fantasizing power to see his lacerated back. Thirty-nine lashes left little flesh intact. He heaves with his breath up and down against the rough vertical beam of the cross. Each breath puts splinters into the lacerations. The Lord gasps. From time to time he screams out with intolerable pain. He tries to pull away from the wood and the massive spokes through his wrist rip into the nerve endings and he screams again with agony and pushes up with his feet to give some relief to his wrists. But the bones and nerves in his pierced feet crush against each other with anguish and he screams again. There is no relief. His throat is raw from screaming and thirst. He loses his breath and thinks he is suffocating, and suddenly his body involuntarily gasps for air and all the injuries unite in pain. In torment, he forgets about the crown of two-inch thorns and throws his head back in desperation, only to hit one of the thorns perpendicular against the cross beam and drive it half an inch into his skull. His voice reaches a soprano pitch of pain and sobs break over his pain-wracked body as every cry brings more and more pain. Now, I am not thinking about the blouse any more. I am at Calvary. These two images are not compatible.

John Piper