Whole Wheat Pasta With Cauliflower, Walnuts And Ricotta S

I have now to ask whether you can consent to part with your daughter early next spring, to see her no more in this world; whether you can consent to her departure to a heathen land, and her subjection to the hardships and sufferings of a missionary life; whether you can consent to her exposure to the dangers of the ocean, to the fatal influence of the southern climate of India, to every kind of want and distress, to degradation, insult, persecution, and perhaps a violent death. Can you consent to all this, for the sake of Him who left His heavenly home and died for her and for you, for the sake of perishing, immortal souls, for the sake of Zion and the glory of God? Can you consent to all this, in hope of soon meeting your daughter in the world of glory, with a crown of righteousness brightened by the acclamations of praise which shall redound to her Savior from heathens saved, through her means, from eternal woe and despair?

Adoniram Judson

CATEGORY	CUISINE	TAG	YIELD
Grains, Dairy			1	Servings

INGREDIENTS

2		Heads cauliflower
1		Onion
4		Cloves garlic
		Extra-virgin olive oil
		Salt and pepper
1	lb	Whole-wheat pasta
1	pn	Red pepper flakes
		White wine vinegar
1/2		Lemon
1/2	c	Toasted walnuts
4	oz	Ricotta salata or feta
		cheese

INSTRUCTIONS

A Message from our Provider:

“You’ve achieved nothing until you find God”

Nutrition (calculated from recipe ingredients) ---------------------------------------------- Calories: 1197 Calories From Fat: 750 Total Fat: 87.2g Cholesterol: 149.7mg Sodium: 2616.8mg Potassium: 818.8mg Carbohydrates: 34.6g Fiber: 6.7g Sugar: 9.8g Protein: 77g

He was born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant woman. He grew up in another obscure village, where He worked in a carpenter shop until He was thirty. Then for three years He was an itinerant preacher. He never had a family or owned a home. He never set foot inside a big city. He never traveled two hundred miles from the place He was born. He never wrote a book, or held an office. He did none of the things that usually accompany greatness. While He was still a young man, the tide of popular opinion turned against Him. His friends deserted Him. He was turned over to His enemies, and went through the mockery of a trial. He was nailed to a cross between two thieves. While He was dying, His executioners gambled for the only piece of property He had – His coat. When He was dead, He was taken down and laid in a borrowed grave. Nineteen centuries have come and gone, and today He is the central figure for much of the human race. All the armies that ever marched, and all the navies that ever sailed, and all the parliaments that ever sat, and all the kings that ever reigned, put together, have not affected the life of man upon this earth as powerfully as this “One Solitary Life” (James Francis).

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