 We recently celebrated my husband’s birthday by feasting at Fogo de Chao, a Brazilian restaurant in Minneapolis. *close eyes, lick lips and savor. Mmmmmm.* A couple friends on Facebook asked what Brazilian food is like. It occurred to me that “Foods we love, from places we have lived” would make an interesting series of blogs. So let’s start with Brazil!
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 "Worthy is the Lamb, who was slain,
to receive power and wealth and wisdom and strength and honor and glory and praise!" Revelation 5:12 So sing the voices of many angels who encircle the throne of God. They number thousands upon thousands, and ten thousand times ten thousand. Do they ever set their praise to Handel’s music, I wonder? The Lamb who was slain, is also our Great High Priest, the One who suffered all that was portrayed in Mel Gibson’s film The Passion of the Christ and more.  Room by Emma Donahue was recommended to me by my daughter, an avid reader and administrator on a Nook e-readers site, and by a fellow writer on an e-mail list I subscribe too. The writer recommended it as a powerful child protagonist voice. My daughter just said it was a good book. She started to say, ‘I really enjoyed it,’ and then decided ‘enjoy’ was definitely not the right word. “It’s disturbing,” she told me.  The 1960s were an era of counter-cultural rebellion—young people renouncing their parents' striving for affluence in the suburbs and choosing instead the simple lifestyle. For many of my generation that meant a commune with free love and drugs, no bras or baths. For some of us touched by the Kingdom of God, it meant committing to take the Gospel to the ends of the earth, no matter the cost. I always pictured myself in a thatched hut in the jungle, befriending the ‘natives,’ wrestling with the puzzle of an unwritten language, creating an alphabet and translating the Scriptures.
 When I first got my library card several years ago in the small town 25 minutes from our Northwoods home, they looked at me funny when I asked about inter-library loan. The library was approximately the size of my living room, and the chance of it having the books I wanted to read were slim. So ever since we moved back from South Africa, I have been dependent on my daughter for the big city library two hours away. I check their catalog on-line, request books and get her to pick them up for me when she takes the kids for story hour. I rarely even pass my local library during open hours because I go to town on Sundays for church or on my way to the highway.
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AuthorLeAnne Hardy has lived in six countries on four continents. Her books come out of her cross-cultural experiences and her passion to use story to convey spiritual truths in a form that will permeate lives. Add http://www.leannehardy.net/1/feed to your RSS feed.
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