Cranberry Glazed Pork Roast Recipe

Ingredients

  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 1/2 teaspoon pepper
  • 1 boneless rolled pork loin roast (3 pounds)
  • 1 cup jellied cranberry sauce
  • 1/2 cup orange juice
  • 1/4 cup packed brown sugar

Directions

  • Combine salt and pepper; rub over the roast. Place roast, fat side up, on a rack in a greased roasting pan. Bake, uncovered, at 350° for 40 minutes.
  • Meanwhile, combine the cranberry sauce, orange juice and brown sugar in a saucepan; cook over medium heat until cranberry sauce is melted. Drizzle a fourth of the glaze over roast.
  • Bake 20 minutes longer; or until a thermometer reads 145°, basting frequently with remaining glaze. Let stand for 10 minutes before slicing. Warm remaining glaze; serve with roast. 
  • Yield: 6-8 servings.

Directions

Nutritional Facts1 serving (1 each) equals 293 calories, 8 g fat (3 g saturated fat), 85 mg cholesterol, 354 mg sodium, 21 g carbohydrate, 1 g fiber, 33 g protein.  

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O.K., I hope you’re ready for buck shot – I have had a few different recurrent themes on my heart recently and I think they came together.

I’ve been thinking a lot about the word “home” for a while. I was recently home on furlough and it was wonderful. The combination of spending time with people I love and getting to travel to new places, meet new people (and add to the afore mentioned list) is amazing! But when the e-mail came that said my visa had been issued and I would receive it is a couple of days the first thing I said is “I get to go home!” Maybe I’m fickle (though I don’t think so, I root for the Twins and Atletico Mineiros even when they are losing), more likely I’m blessed to have two places where my heart is at rest.

A second thought came with the passing of a precious brother. Antonio has been the caretaker of the retreat center here in Campo Mourao for more than forty years – and so much more! He was the driver for Pr John Abel during evangelism trips,  he has mentored many, many young people. Basically, everything he did, he did to the glory of God. Antonio had a heart attack and passed away at the age of 85. One of the verses shared at his funeral was Psalm 116:15 (ESV) “Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints. “ I’ve heard the verse many times before, but it has been rolling around in my mind – the death of Antonio, precious in the sight of the Lord.

Finally a little clip has been playing in my mind is of Brandy. He was my dog when I was growing up and he was a pretty smart little fur ball. He knew exactly what time my school bus arrived in the afternoon and five minutes ahead of time he took his position on the back of the sofa, nose aimed at the picture window so he could see the whole street. The moment I got off the bus he would freeze and when our eyes met, four houses down the block, I could see his little body start to quiver. Pure joy. What a precious thing it is to know that someone is waiting for you to arrive, that your arrival brings real joy to their heart.
And these three images finally came together.

As wonderful as our home is, it is an appetizer. God placed the desire for a place that we belong, a place where we “fit” because we have a better home waiting. And there is a reception waiting for us that is beyond what we can imagine. The joy of my little dog, over joyed that I was finally home is an appetizer. Imagine the joy of the Father, waiting for each of us to cross the finish line, the cloud of witnesses cheering and our hearts finally fully home.

Praise the Lord, when we are safely tucked in our homes, we know something even better is coming. And when it doesn’t seem like we will ever find a place where we really fit in (and sometimes it is easy to feel like that), hold on! The Father has more prepared for us than we could even imagine!

Precious Life . . . From the Start

By Sarah Langness

One of the scariest moments of my life happened when I was pregnant with Ezekiel. I was about 11 or 12 weeks along. We had just released the news of our coming little one to family and friends. Although initially scared and shocked, I was excited and already in love with that little baby. One morning, I had a tiny bit of spotting. It wasn’t much and I almost didn’t even call the doctor about it. But the doctor was unable to find baby’s heartbeat, which heightened concern because just one week prior she could find it. I was petrified. The drive to the hospital in Hazen was the longest seven-mile drive of my life. Praise the Lord that the ultrasound revealed a kicking, squirming, heart-beating baby.

But I know that many are not so fortunate. I know many who have dealt with the pain of miscarriage.

I remember telling my mom after the scare with Zeke, “I know he’s only 12 weeks old, but it was still really scary.” To which she replied, “Of course you were! That is three months of falling in love with that little baby.”

12 weeks. Three months. Our baby was the size of a plum. But still loved. Still valuable. Still a child. Because life begins at conception.

“You formed my inward parts; you wove me in my mother’s womb . . . I am fearfully and wonderfully made; wonderful are Your works . . . My frame was not hidden from you, when I was made in secret and skillfully wrought in the depths of the earth; Your eyes have seen my unformed substance; and in Your book were all written the days that were ordained for me, when as yet there was none of them.” – Psalm 139:13-16; NASB

Recently it was National Infant Loss and Remembrance Day. A difficult, but important day for those who have lost babies, whether through miscarriage, a stillborn birth or other tragedy. Because life does indeed begin at conception. And no matter the size of the child, loss is hard.

To my friends who have lost those little ones, my heart goes out to you. Not just tomorrow, but when you hear news of others’ pregnancies. When your baby’s due date rolls around. When you see the joyous smiles of other little ones.

And my prayers are with you. You have dealt with a pain I cannot imagine nor fathom. My prayer is that you will cling to the One who knows your heartache and pain. That you will find strength for each moment and every day in Him. That in the midst of the pain, you are able to remember His great lovingkindess.

“Remember my affliction and my wandering, the wormwood and bitterness. Surely my soul remembers and is bowed down within me. This I recall to mind, therefore I have hope. The LORD’s lovingkindnesses indeed never cease, for His compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness. ‘The LORD is my portion,’ says my soul, ‘Therefore I have hope in Him.” . . . If He causes grief, then He will have compassion according to His abundant lovingkindness.” – Lamentations 3:19-24, 32; NASB (emphasis mine)

Corn and Squash Soup Recipe

submitted by Ruth Ratio

Ingredients
• 12 bacon strips, diced
• 1 medium onion, chopped
• 1 celery rib, chopped
• 2 tablespoons all-purpose flour
• 1 can (14-1/2 ounces) chicken broth
• 6 cups mashed cooked butternut squash
• 2 cans (8-3/4 ounces each) cream-style corn
• 2 cups half-and-half cream
• 1 tablespoon minced fresh parsley
• 1-1/2 teaspoons salt
• 1/2 teaspoon pepper
• Sour cream optional

Directions
• In a large saucepan, cook bacon over medium heat until crisp. Remove to paper towels; drain, reserving 2 tablespoons drippings.

• In the drippings, saute onion and celery until tender. Stir in flour until blended. Gradually stir in broth. Bring to a boil; cook and stir for 2 minutes or until slightly thickened.

• Reduce heat to medium. Stir in the squash, corn, cream, parsley, salt, pepper and bacon. Cook and stir until heated through. Garnish with sour cream if desired.

• Yield: 8 servings (2-1/2 quarts).

• Nutritional Facts1 serving (1-1/4 cups) equals 381 calories, 26 g fat (11 g saturated fat), 53 mg cholesterol, 1,021 mg sodium, 29 g carbohydrate, 6 g fiber, 9 g protein.

Saving Sins

By Velma Amundson

This theological discussion took place between my two granddaughters and was overheard by their mother;
Katie: “Jesus saves sins.”
Miriam: “No He doesn’t”
Katie: “Yes He does”
Miriam: “No He doesn’t”
Katie: “Yes He does. Jesus saves sins.”
Miriam: “No, you have it wrong. Jesus saves us from our sins”.

So which girl are you like? Do you picture God, or Jesus up there somewhere with a huge book in which he records all your misdeeds? Then he uses the book to punish us for every infraction we ever did? Some people do see God like that. We certainly can do it ourselves,and do it to ourselves, keeping track of everything we have ever done (did) wrong and reliving or remembering it over and over.

But of course, Miriam has it right. The book of Romans has many verses concerning sin and salvation. I like these: Romans 5:8-9 ( ESV ) “but God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us. Since, therefore, we have now been justified by his blood, much more shall we be saved by him from the wrath of God”, and Romans 10:9 ( ESV ) “because, if you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved”.

What comfort it brings me to know that God loves me so much that He loved me before I was even born, that faith and repentance are (is) all that is required, and His Word also promises (adding to it is this): Hebrews 8:12 ( ESV ) “For I will be merciful toward their iniquities, and I will remember their sins no more.” So, not only does Christ love me and forgive(s) me, He blots out my sins and does not remember them again.”

Praise God for His love and mercy.

Wasps and the Love of God

by Sarah Langness

I know there’s going to be many who don’t like me for saying this, but truth is: I’m ready for a good, hard freeze.

It could have something to do with the fact that I have tomatoes coming out of my fingernails and toenails, and if it freezes, well, I guess we’ll just have to be satisfied with the 30+ pints of salsa and 10+ pints of pizza sauce already made. It could have something to do with the near 100 degree heat last Friday and me feeling tired of feeling hot. Mostly, though, it has to do with bees and wasps and flies: it can freeze so they all die. (Harsh, I know.) But  one of my biggest summertime nightmares as a momma came true on Sunday: Ezekiel was stung by a wasp. Right on his temple.

Poor little guy.

I’m grateful that since it happened, it happened at a time when Jordan was home. While Zeke cried in pain and I cried because my baby was in pain, Jordan was the logical, level-headed one. And thankfully, nothing more happened to Zeke: no allergic reaction and within fifteen minutes he had stopped crying and began playing with his trucks like nothing had even happened.

All the while, I kept wishing that the stupid wasp had stung me instead. I would have gladly taken away that pain from my little sixteen-month old.

And then I started thinking about God the Father, His Son Jesus Christ, and the pain bestowed upon Him on my behalf.

God the Father allowed His Son to be beaten. To be humiliated. To be become sin. To die.

Because He loves me.   

What kind of love is that? 

 “For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.” – John 3:16, NASB (emphasis mine)  

 

He who did not spare His own Son, but delivered Him over for us all . . . ” – Romans 8:32, NASB (emphasis mine)  

 

“But when the fullness of time came, God sent forth His Son, born of a woman, born under the Law, so that He might redeem those who were under the Law, that we might receive the adoption as sons.” – Galatians 4:4-5, NASB (emphasis mine)

I’m grateful God loves us the way He does. Not the way I love. Because I would have protected my son. I wouldn’t want to see him suffer. Praise God He loved us enough to let His Son suffer in our place so that we have a home with Him.

Into the Air Conditioning

By Sarah Langness

It’s been really hot out lately. Really hot. But I probably don’t need to tell you that. Despite the heat, my little man and I still spend much of our day outdoors: going on our morning walk, Zeke pushing his little umbrella stroller up and down the driveway, digging in the dirt, playing in little backyard pool, going to the park, visiting the neighbor’s dog. When I’m in the heat, there are moments when I realize how incredibly warm it is outside; but a lot of the time, I get used to the heat. Until we come inside. And that initial, wonderful sensation of air conditioning reminds me of just how warm I am.

Last week, I wrote about how I felt like I was in this spiritual rut. It’s like being outside when it’s hot: there are moments when I realize just how stuck I am; but a lot of the time, it’s easy to get used to being in that rut.

And this week, I’ve stepped into the air conditioning.

I’ve been refreshed as I have slowly read through barely a chapter in Luke a day. Some mornings I’ve only gotten a handful of verses read before the little man is up and it’s time to cuddle while reading books for 30 minutes. Other mornings, I’ve gotten an entire chapter read – but not just read, I’ve actually let the Word sink into my heart, let Him work. And it has been a blessing.

I can’t tell you anything earth-shattering that I’ve read. I can’t tell you that I’ve had any “I-never-realized-this-before” moments. I can’t tell you that reading through the book of Luke now is like reading it through for the first time.

But I have been reminded.

Reminded of what Jesus expects of His followers (Luke 6:32-35). Reminded that Jesus desires me to hear and to do (Luke 6:46,8:21). Reminded that Jesus doesn’t always send us far away to tell others about the wonderful things that He has done for us (Luke 8:39).

And being reminded? It’s good. I need reminders. Lots of reminders.

So next time I’m out in the heat, when I’m stuck in the rut – because, unfortunately, these air-conditioned, refreshing times never last forever – I’m going to remember to step out of the heat. Slow down a little bit. Get an extra nap. Sit down with the Word. Pray for the revived heart.

And always, always always cling to Him. Because He never changes