Third post today. Yes, a tad excessive. I’ve had time to sit and work on it, so that’s what I’ve done. I’ve also added two new recipes to my own online collection. For those of you that receive emails, my apologies. It won’t always be so many in one day.
Earlier today, I was finishing my book, “The Greatest Story Ever Told” by Furston Oursler. I’ve quoted piece of the book before, in the following post: A Section of Matthew. I think it is an amazing book about the story of Jesus and his life. From the days of Joseph courting Mary to the days after Jesus was crucified, the book is a delight to read and it keeps you going as you read the story. It was very well written and I’m sure I’ll read it many times and quote chapters here several times.
The ending is extremely well-written. It doesn’t talk about Jesus meeting His disciples except through another couple of men not a part of it. The way they talk about it, it’s almost like a reminder of what Jesus was trying to tell His disciples. Basically, they had an easy time believing in Him when He was around; however, when He was not there, they struggled. He praised those that can believe without seeing.
Also, during the conversation, the older man tried to each the younger and was not pointing it out deliberately. He talked of how the disciples, after Jesus rose again, no longer feared persecution or death for following the teachings of Jesus. Beforehand, they were scared and ran; after He rose again and ascended to heaven, they were bold and without care about what may happen to them. The younger man in the story was talking about “wiping Christians from the face of the earth.” However, the old man admonished him, as seen in the following exchange.
“Very well […] Do as you will do anyhow. But, Caiphas, these roots are deep and spreading. Before you get through – God only knows! I have a horrible feeling that we have blundered. History may blame us. Worse, history may blame all our nation, all Israel, for the guilt that belongs as much to you and me and our rich and powerful friends – who were afraid of the truth.”
“What is the truth?” Caiphas was sarcastic. “Pilate asked Him that. Do you know the answer?”
“No. But now I believe it is truth itself that we nailed to the cross and then buried – and truth, as usual, rose again.”
I am reminded of a Bible study I was doing with my friend Elaine. I was hoping we could restart it; however, things have gotten in the way. The Bible study spoke about Jesus being the only “truth” and all “truth” derives from Him and Him alone. This entire completion of the book I’ve been slowly picking through is very thought provoking.
I was finishing it up while eating lunch and my son, Brendan, came to sit with me. He asked if I was reading in my head and I said, “Yes, I am.” He said, “I want you to turn it up louder so I can hear.” I started to read where I was at and, as is typical of his age, he got bored and wandered off and I went back to “reading in my head.”
I had a few thoughts about this exchange with my son. How many times do we keep our Biblical studies to ourselves? How often do we quietly read the Bible and forget to share that with the children?
I have given up all forms of electronic book reading. No Barnes & Noble Nook and no Xoom. I read paper or hard bound books, in front of my children. I want them to see me reading a book, not see me on electronics. I read Christian books and I read fiction books. I read small books and I lug around larger books.
In this, I have “turned it up louder” to my children that I read books. Shouldn’t I “turn it up louder” so they know what I am reading? When I am reading the Bible, shouldn’t I share with them what I am reading? Give them the knowledge and understanding that the Bible is to be read many times, not just one time?
What else can we “turn up louder” for our children to see and learn from? Both in our lives and our Christian walk? Struggles and triumphs shared with our children, while keeping in mind that they are smaller and slightly more delicate, of course.
All day today, on my favorite radio station 105.5 The Hawk, they talked about Ree Drummond, The Pioneer Woman. They were talking about her recipe of a short time ago, “Cinnamon Baked French Toast.” It got me curious, so I wandered over to her site and took a look. Sure enough, it looked like a great morning recipe. Except for the time it takes to bake it. It starts at 45 minutes but can go as long as an hour or more. I’m not getting up any earlier than 6:30 a.m. to make breakfast and be out the door by 8 a.m. Of course, Mrs. Drummond has an answer to this, as well. You can store this batch in the fridge for 24 hours. So, in effect, you can create this recipe and set it in the fridge, pulling it out at 6:30 a.m. and cooking it by 7:30 and having the boys out the door by 8 a.m.
I tried it for dinner, tonight. I have only one complaint about the recipe. A lot of carbs for a diabetic and children of a diabetic. Otherwise, it’s a must-have for every family for breakfast, lunch or dinner. Give it a try! Here is my version of the recipe: Oven Baked French Toast.
The only piece I had to purchase was the french bread and the whipping cream. The rest, I had on hand in the cupboards/fridge.
I forgot the topping had to be crumbly and made it a glaze, instead. I just added a little bit of milk and stirred it. It still tasted great!
Tonight, we’re off to Reed’s Dairy and then an early bedtime for the babies. I’ve invited my friend Meg and her daughters. It’ll be fun right before the crying about an early bedtime. Why early? I really don’t like having a child lay around on the floor until 8 a.m., whining about not wanting to get dressed. So, early to bed and early to rise. That’s my plan.
Thank you for listening,