My Sister's Homemade Pizza

It's incredible to me how easily Jess can throw together an amazingly tasty, gourmet-style dinner. Take the pizza dough, for example. I'd probably be sitting there three hours later with a flop to clean up, but she whips it up in no time. Perfect brownness to the cheese - I mean everything's amazing. And to top it all off, she made the pizza while making chicken noodle soup with homemade noodles for tomorrow's church fellowship meal. I have an amazing sis! Thanks, Jess, for all you do.

"Whether therefore ye eat, or drink, or whatsoever ye do, do all to the glory of God" (I Corinthians 10:31).

"steadfast, unmoveable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, forasmuch as ye know that your labour is not in vain in the Lord" (I Corinthians 15:58).

A Precious Book

While comfortably reading on the sofa last night, I heard the familiar sound of the bed squeaking upstairs, indicating that pre-sleep children's storytime has come.

Then I hear Dad proclaim the opening words: "YO HO!" and I grin, knowing that the kids have chosen "A Tale of Two Princes," by the German author Eckart Zur Nieden (illustrated by Gisela Scheer, English text adapted by Mack Thomas).

Jess and I grew up with this book that overflows with colorful, intriguing pictures and the glorious message of redemption. Thanks, Davis Family, for this gift to us in 1994! A Tale of Two Princes is an analogy that teaches valuable lessons about man's states before and after the fall, the wicked insanity of sin, and the ultimate triumph of the Seed of the woman over the seed of the Serpent. Highly recommended for younger children (though I at 22 years of age could still sit for hours just looking at the illustrations!).

From The Christian Almanac: 1916

"The most lopsided game of intercollegiate football occurred on this day in Atlanta, Georgia, when Georgia Tech humiliated Cumberland University with a score of 222-0."

No Blood, No Altar Now

No blood, no altar now, The sacrifice is o'er!

No flame, no smoke ascends on high, The lamb is slain no more,

But richer blood has flowed from nobler veins,

To purge the soul from guilt, and cleanse the reddest stains.

We thank Thee for the blood, The blood of Christ, Thy Son:

The blood by which our peace is made, Our victory is won:

Great victory o'er hell, and sin, and woe,

That needs no second fight, and leaves no second foe.

We thank Thee for the grace, Descending from above,

That overflows our widest guilt, The eternal Father's love.

Love of the Father's everlasting Son,

Love of the Holy Ghost, Jehovah, Three in One.

We thank Thee for the hope, So glad, and sure, and clear;

It holds the drooping spirit up Till the long dawn appear;

Fair hope! with what a sunshine does it cheer

Our roughest path on earth, our dreariest desert here.

We thank Thee for the crown Of glory and of life;

'Tis no poor with'ring wreath of earth, Man's prize in mortal strife;

'Tis incorruptible as is the throne,

The kingdom of our God and His incarnate Son.

Horatius Bonar (1808-1889)