Friday, September 30, 2005
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL FARMER
Vegetables raised nearby are fresher, and they taste better because they've been bred for flavor and not for their ability to hold up in transit (unlike the average piece of produce, which journeys between 1,500 and 2,500 miles before it lands in your kitchen). Shop for locally grown food.
Just consider: It takes about half a cup of diesel to haul ingredients from California to New York for one night's dinner. By buying from farmers nearby, you'll not only cut down on pollution, you'll also keep money circulating in your community and improve the quality of life for you and your neighbors.
Look for local food at your farmers' market, or find a grower at localharvest.org.
Posted by Amy Souza at 2:16 PM
Monday, September 26, 2005
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
I love hymns, singing hymns, reading hymns, memorizing hymns.
I just think they are so rich with words.
I feel connected to our Christian history when I sing hymns.
I would rather sing a killer hymn that a catchy chorus.
Hymns, Hymns, the musical fruit...........
Posted by Amy Souza at 10:28 AM
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Monday, September 19, 2005
Friday, September 16, 2005
Thursday, September 15, 2005
My dear dear friend Susan is experiencing a difficult time right now.
Her mother Judy, has been battling cancer now for many years victoriously!!
The time has come where the disease has taken it's toll and now it is just a matter of days/weeks.
Please pray that Judy will not need any Morphine and will "go home" before the pain becomes unbearable.
Please pray for Susan, Jason and their one year old son Luke.
P.S. I FREAKING HATE CANCER!!!!! HATE IT!!!
Posted by Amy Souza at 5:54 PM
Monday, September 12, 2005
Thursday, September 08, 2005
Job’s friends. They always get a bad rap, but is that totally fair? Would someone sit silent with a wretched wreck of humanity for 7 days if he or she weren’t a true friend? I don’t think so. They showed their friendship with pure presence.
The friends’ efforts at honesty also stick out. They weren’t unwilling to ask the hard question and suggest the unimaginable. Sometimes this bordered on seemingly "off-the-wall" conclusions, but they were trying to help Job process life turns.
Sometimes events or situations just don’t fit our theology. Every effort at explanation fails. New and diverse angles don’t shed constructive insight. It’s as though rationality hits a dead end. At this point, with his arms thrown in the air, Job’s piercing declaration cry breaks the uncertain silence for all generations of humanity to hear — "though He slay me, yet will I trust Him".
The chief end of man........to glorfiy God and enjoy Him forever.
Posted by Amy Souza at 8:33 AM