the letters:

1. drinking .. Oh how we love to drink. What are you drinking today ?
I hope it gets you high.

2. easter cookies .. Easter is an everyday and daily thing. Don't let guys with pointy hats say it happens once a year! Resurrection ? Easter flowers? Easter bunnies? Easter candies? Easter Bonnets? Easter Parades ? Oh I forgot Easter cards? Prepare and cook this recipe any day, don't waste time waiting for some specified Sunday or Saturday.

3. angels on high Oh this is good for you creative types. You know, you who spend days on end on a couch or bed somewhere, just saturating yourselves with light from a box on a table and languishing in insatiatable uselessness. Get up and give youself a clue. What did you MAKE today?

4. just an invitation Just what it is. An invitation to join a universal entity. Have you been invited here before ?

Drinking from my saucer.

I've never made a fortune
and it's probably too late now
But I don't worry about that much,
I'm happy anyhow

And as I go along life's way
I'm reaping better than I sow
I'm drinking from my saucer
Cause my cup has overflowed

Haven't got a lot of riches
and sometimes the going's tough
But I've got loving ones around
me and that makes me rich enough

I thank God for his blessings
and the mercies He's bestowed
I'm drinking from my saucer
'cause my cup has overflowed

O, Remember times when things went wrong
My faith wore somewhat thin
But all at once the dark clouds broke
and sun peeped through again

So Lord, help me not to gripe
about the tough rows that I've hoed
I'm drinking from my saucer
"Cause my cup has overflowed

If God gives me strength and courage
When the way grows steep and rough
I'll not ask for other blessings
I'm already blessed enough

And may I never be too busy
to help others bear their loads
Then I'll keep drinking from my saucer
"Cause my cup has overflowed

To be made the evening before Easter.

You need:
1c. whole pecans
1 tsp. vinegar
3 egg whites
pinch of salt
1c. sugar
zipper baggie
wooden spoon
tape
Bible

Preheat oven to 300 (this is important--don't wait til you're half Done with the recipe).

Place pecans in zipper baggie and let children beat them with the wooden spoon to break into small pieces.
Explain that after Jesus was arrested He was beaten by the Roman soldiers.
Read John 19:1-3.

Let each child smell the vinegar. Put 1 tsp. vinegar into mixing bowl.
Explain that when Jesus was thirsty on the cross he was given vinegar to drink.
Read John 19:28-30.

Add egg whites to vinegar. Eggs represent life.
Explain that Jesus gave His life to give us life.
Read John 10:10-11.

Sprinkle a little salt into each child's hand. Let them taste it and brush the rest into the bowl.
Explain that this represents the salty tears shed by Jesus' followers, and the bitterness of our own sin.
Read Luke 23:27.

So far the ingredients are not very appetizing.

Add 1c. sugar.
Explain that the sweetest part of the story is that Jesus died because He loves us. He wants us to know and belong to Him.
Read Psalms 34:8 and John 3:16.

Beat with a mixer on high speed for 12 to 15 minutes until stiff peaks are formed.
Explain that the color white represents the purity in God's eyes of those whose sins have been cleansed by Jesus.
Read Isaiah 1:18 and John 3:1-3.

Fold in broken nuts. Drop by teaspoons onto wax paper covered cookie sheet.
Explain that each mound represents the rocky tomb where Jesus'body was laid.
Read Matt. 27:57-60.

Put the cookie sheet in the oven, close the door and turn the oven OFF. Give each child a piece of tape and seal the oven door.
Explain thatJesus' tomb was sealed.
Read Matt. 27:65-66.

GO TO BED!
Explain that they may feel sad to leave the cookies in the oven overnight. Jesus' followers were in despair when the tomb was sealed.
Read John 16:20 and 22.

On Easter morning, open the oven and give everyone a cookie. Notice the cracked surface and take a bite. The cookies are hollow! On the first Easter Jesus' followers were amazed to find the tomb open and empty.
Read Matt. 28:1-9

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Angels

I dreamed I was in heaven
Where an angel kept God's book.
He was writing so intently
I just had to take a look.

It was not, at first, his writing
That made me stop and think,
But the fluid in the bottle
That was marked eternal ink.

This ink was most amazing,
Dark black upon his blotter
But as it touched the parchment
It became as clear as water.

The angel kept on writing,
But as quickly as a wink
The words were disappearing
With that strange eternal ink.

The angel took no notice,
But kept writing on and on.
He turned each page and filled it
Till all its space was gone.

I thought he wrote to no avail,
His efforts were so vain
For he wrote a thousand pages
That he'd never read again.

And as I watched and wondered that
This awesome sight was mine,
I actually saw a word stay black
As it dried upon the line.

The angel wrote and I thought I saw
A look of satisfaction.
At last he had some print to show
For all his earnest action.

A line or two dried dark and stayed
As black as black can be,
But strangely the next paragraph
Became invisible to see.

The book was getting fuller,
The angel's records true,
But most of it was blank, with
Just a few words coming through.

I knew there was some reason,
But as hard as I could think,
I couldn't grasp the significance
Of that eternal ink.

The mystery burned within me,
And I finally dared to ask
The angel to explain to me
Of his amazing task.

And what I heard was frightful
As the angel turned his head.
He looked directly at me,
And this is what he said...

I know you stand and wonder
At what my writing's worth
But God has told me to record
The lives of those on earth.

The book that I am filling
Is an accurate account
Of every word and action
And to what they do amount.

And since you have been watching
I must tell you what is true;
The details of my journal
Are the strict accounts of YOU.

The Lord asked me to watch you
As each day you worked and played.
I saw you as you went to church,
I saw you as you prayed.

But I was told to document
Your life through all the week.
I wrote when you were proud and bold,
I wrote when you were meek.

I recorded all your attitudes
Whether they were good or bad.
I was sorry that I had to write
The things that make God sad.

So now I'll tell the wonder
Of this eternal ink,
For the reason for its mystery
Should make you stop and think.

This ink that God created
To help me keep my journal
Will only keep a record of
Things that are eternal.

So much of life is wasted
On things that matter not
So instead of my erasing,
Smudging ink and ugly blot.

I just keep writing faithfully and
Let the ink do all the rest
For it is able to decide
What's useless and what's best.

And God ordained that as I write
Of all you do and say
Your deeds that count for nothing
Will just disappear away.

When books are opened someday,
As sure as heaven is true;
The Lord's eternal ink will tell
What mattered most to you.

If you just lived to please yourself
The pages will be bare,
And God will issue no reward
For you when you get there.

In fact, you'll be embarrassed,
You will hang your head in shame
Because you did not give yourself
In love to Jesus' Name.

Yet maybe there will be a few
Recorded lines that stayed
That showed the times you truly cared,
Sincerely loved and prayed.

But you will always wonder
As you enter heaven's door
How much more glad you would have been
If only you'd done more.

For I record as God sees,
I don't stop to even think
Because the truth is written
With God's eternal ink.

When I heard the angel's story
I fell down and wept and cried
For as yet I still was dreaming
and hadn't really died.

And I said: O angel tell the Lord
That soon as I awake
I'll live my life for Jesus-
I'll do all for His dear sake.

I'll give in full surrender;
I'll do all He wants me to;
I'll turn my back on self and sin
And whatever isn't true.

And though the way seems long and rough
I promise to endure.
I'm determined to pursue the things
That are holy, clean and pure.

With Jesus as my helper,
I will win lost souls to Thee,
For I know that they will live with Christ
For all eternity.

And that's what really matters
When my life on earth is gone
That I will stand before the Lord
And hear Him say, well done.

For is it really worth it
As my life lies at the brink?
And I realize that God keeps books
With His eternal ink.

Should all my life be focused
On things that turn to dust?
From this point on I'll serve the Lord;
I can, I will, I must!

I will NOT send blank pages
Up to God's majestic throne
For where that record's going now
Is my eternal home.

I'm giving all to Jesus
I now have seen the link
For I saw an angel write my life
With God's eternal ink.

JUST A LETTER OF APPRECIATION ...

This is just a letter of appreciation from me to you.
I'd like to say "thanks" for letting me use you for most of your life. You are so gullible. I saw you yesterday as you began your daily chores. You awoke without kneeling to pray. As a matter of fact, you didn't even bless your meals or pray before going to bed last night. You are so unthankful. I like that about you.

I cannot tell you how glad I am that you decided to go another day without giving your life and your will to God. I am so glad that you have not changed your way of living. You are mine. Remember, you and I have been going steady for years, and I don't love you yet. As a matter of fact, I HATE YOU. I hate you because I hate God. I'm only using you to get even with God. He kicked me out of heaven and I'm going to use you as long as possible to pay Him back.

You see, God loves you and He has great plans in store for you, but you have yielded your life to me and I'm going to make your life a living hell. That way, we'll be together twice.

This will really hurt God. Thanks to you, I'm really showing Him who's bossing your life. With all the good times we have had wasting time watching television and movies, cussing folks out, partying, stealing, lying, hypocriting, fornicating, smoking, drinking, snorting coke, working roots, telling dirty jokes, gossiping, hating, backstabbing folks, envying, and lusting.

Come on, let's burn together forever. I've got some hot plans for us.

Well, I've gotta go now. I'll be back in a few seconds to tempt you again. What are YOU going to do about it? If you were smart, you would run somewhere, confess your sins, and live for God with what little bit of life you have left. Ha. Your life is so pathetic. Filled with selfish hopes and dreams. It's not my nature to warn anyone, but you've been warned about me all these years and you STILL won't heed the warnings and submit so it really doesn't matter. I thank you and I look forward to meeting you in person real soon. Your cell has been reserved!

If you really love me, you will not share this letter.

                Hate,

                        Satan

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