<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366015057150376531</id><updated>2011-07-30T08:45:28.154-07:00</updated><category term='Life'/><category term='Greece'/><category term='Recipes'/><category term='Misc.'/><category term='Sermons'/><category term='Health and Nutrition'/><title type='text'>Muffins for Mankind</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491965591325665741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366015057150376531.post-8185924400340464938</id><published>2010-07-15T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T13:29:04.088-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>Homemade Wheat Crackers</title><content type='html'>This wheat cracker is simple, inexpensive, and healthy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 and 1/4 cup of whole wheat flour (preferably freshly milled)&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup olive oil&lt;br /&gt;1 - 1 and 1/4 cup water&lt;br /&gt;Flaxseed and millet, to taste (optional)&lt;br /&gt;Italian seasoning, to taste&lt;br /&gt;Salt for sprinkling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Directions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;2. Combine flour, salt, flaxseed, millet and seasoning (if using).&lt;br /&gt;3. Add oil and 1 cup of water and mix until blended. Add an additional 1/4 cup if needed.&lt;br /&gt;4. On a lightly floured surface, roll out the dough as thin as possible (no thicker than 1/8 inch).&lt;br /&gt;5. Place dough on ungreased baking sheet, cutting excess from edges.&lt;br /&gt;6. Mark squares with knife or pizza cutter, but don't cut through.&lt;br /&gt;7. Prick each cracker with a fork.&lt;br /&gt;8. Brush a light coat of olive oil on top and season with parmesan cheese, additional seasonings, and/or salt.&lt;br /&gt;9. Bake 15 to 20 minutes or until crisp and light brown.&lt;br /&gt;10. When cool, separate crackers into squares.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/TD9ul22sm7I/AAAAAAAAAI4/RIr0tXCwjto/s320/DSCN0965.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494231667074440114" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/TD9vKItVrKI/AAAAAAAAAJA/x5nuCJQdbd8/s320/DSCN0971.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494232290342317218" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3366015057150376531-8185924400340464938?l=muffinsformankind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/8185924400340464938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/8185924400340464938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/2010/07/homemade-wheat-crackers.html' title='Homemade Wheat Crackers'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491965591325665741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/TD9ul22sm7I/AAAAAAAAAI4/RIr0tXCwjto/s72-c/DSCN0965.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366015057150376531.post-2050558388202909079</id><published>2010-06-21T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T08:12:48.202-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc.'/><title type='text'>Homemade Body Scrub Recipe</title><content type='html'>Enjoy an exfoliating body scrub with my easy at-home recipe:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Will Need&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. 16 oz. package of Epsom Salt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Your favorite oil (such as coconut, jojoba, apricot kernel, olive, etc.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Your favorite aromatherapy oil or perfume (such as vanilla, citrus, lavendar, rose, peppermint, etc.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Optional add-ins (such as shredded ginger, lemon zest, grated orange peel, etc.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. A jar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Get Started:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Empty the package of salt into your jar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Add approximately 3/4 cup of oil into the jar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Add a tablespoon of perfume oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Mix in any add-ins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For my body scrub below, I used coconut oil with a tangerine perfume and ginger add-in. The coconut oil is often purchased as a solid and will need to be heated for 10 seconds in the microwave to transform it into a liquid. I used ginger from the grocery store and grated it. You can use the scrub yourself or tie a bow and tag around the jar and give it as a gift!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/TB9-nh8jpsI/AAAAAAAAAIo/WmpTwR57nvY/s320/DSCN0922.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485242088752916162" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/TB9_QzYkQwI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mj46MXLOBdk/s320/DSCN0929.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485242797808435970" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3366015057150376531-2050558388202909079?l=muffinsformankind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/2050558388202909079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/2050558388202909079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/2010/06/homemade-body-scrub-recipe.html' title='Homemade Body Scrub Recipe'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491965591325665741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/TB9-nh8jpsI/AAAAAAAAAIo/WmpTwR57nvY/s72-c/DSCN0922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366015057150376531.post-2290269236746252394</id><published>2010-05-17T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T09:06:40.487-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>Homemade Pretzels</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 package active dry yeast or 2 ¼ tsp instant yeast&lt;br /&gt;1/2 C. warm water&lt;br /&gt;1 egg, separated&lt;br /&gt;1/4 C. honey&lt;br /&gt;1/4 C. or 4 T. of unsalted butter, softened&lt;br /&gt;1 C. milk&lt;br /&gt;1 t. salt&lt;br /&gt;5 C. freshly milled flour (equivalent to 3 ¼ cups wheat)&lt;br /&gt;2 T. coarse sea salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Directions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In mixing bowl, dissolve yeast in warm water&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Add egg yolk, honey, butter, milk, and salt. Mix thoroughly. Add flour one cup at a time until blended. On floured surface, knead dough for 5 minutes.  Place dough in greased bowl and cover with a damp paper towel for 1 hour to let rise. Roll out on floured surface using a rolling pin. Cut into one-inch strips with a pizza cutter and roll into ropes. Shape dough into pretzels (I made different sizes as you can see below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/S_FoEmfbCcI/AAAAAAAAAHI/haTNAkOmCYo/s1600/DSCN0819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/S_FoEmfbCcI/AAAAAAAAAHI/haTNAkOmCYo/s200/DSCN0819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472269450492971458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place on baking baking sheet. Brush pretzels with egg whites and sprinkle with coarse salt. Bake at 425 degrees for about 15 minutes. Serve with mustard or freeze for later enjoyment. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/S_FpNqLtZQI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jIGVccvyF8Q/s1600/DSCN0825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/S_FpNqLtZQI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jIGVccvyF8Q/s200/DSCN0825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472270705614480642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3366015057150376531-2290269236746252394?l=muffinsformankind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/feeds/2290269236746252394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3366015057150376531&amp;postID=2290269236746252394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/2290269236746252394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/2290269236746252394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/2010/05/homemade-pretzels.html' title='Homemade Pretzels'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491965591325665741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/S_FoEmfbCcI/AAAAAAAAAHI/haTNAkOmCYo/s72-c/DSCN0819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366015057150376531.post-7616751830397749715</id><published>2010-05-17T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T11:59:01.864-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health and Nutrition'/><title type='text'>Not all Lettuce is Created Equal.</title><content type='html'>Know what you're gaining from the greens you're consuming so that you can get a variety of nutrients your body needs to feel and work at its best! &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iceberg&lt;/span&gt; - Blah. Adds a little color, but that's about it. Contains almost no fiber, vitamins, or minerals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/S_GBATZ4L1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/OR7rMCogDek/s1600/iceberg_Lettuce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472296864440659794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/S_GBATZ4L1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/OR7rMCogDek/s320/iceberg_Lettuce.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Romaine &lt;/span&gt;- These celery-flavored greens are the best source for beta-carotene, the cancer killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/S_GBHLb-b7I/AAAAAAAAAHo/WSpqvQpOfVg/s1600/Romaine_Lettuce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472296982561058738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/S_GBHLb-b7I/AAAAAAAAAHo/WSpqvQpOfVg/s320/Romaine_Lettuce.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Arugula &lt;/span&gt;- Mustard flavored leaves containing 10% of the bone-building mineral found in a glass of whole milk and 100% less saturated fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/S_GBOh0fZZI/AAAAAAAAAHw/jpsX2DjAvlQ/s1600/Arugula.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472297108828546450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/S_GBOh0fZZI/AAAAAAAAAHw/jpsX2DjAvlQ/s320/Arugula.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Spinach&lt;/span&gt; - A great source of lutein and zeaxanthin, antioxidants that protects vision from the maladies of old age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/S_GBdEmxgqI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8WZwRCWLM3w/s1600/spinach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472297358684422818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/S_GBdEmxgqI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8WZwRCWLM3w/s320/spinach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Mustard Greens&lt;/span&gt; - These spicy, crunchy leaves are overflowing with the amino acid tyrosine which is known to improve memory and concentration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/S_GBnf3FNwI/AAAAAAAAAIA/zMhQuEYnXKc/s1600/mustard-greens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 257px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472297537799272194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/S_GBnf3FNwI/AAAAAAAAAIA/zMhQuEYnXKc/s320/mustard-greens.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Endive&lt;/span&gt; - This bitter, crispy green is packed with fiber and folate - a vitamin necessary for the health of pregnant women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/S_GB1y19C8I/AAAAAAAAAII/TOYgKjn_hp4/s1600/Endive2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472297783412984770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/S_GB1y19C8I/AAAAAAAAAII/TOYgKjn_hp4/s320/Endive2007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Watercress&lt;/span&gt; - A pepper-flavored HEPA filter for your body. Offers phytochemicals that may ward off lung cancer caused by cigarette smoke and other airborne pollutants.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/S_GCBmvQ8tI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1i0SZHpy88M/s1600/wcress1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 271px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472297986322133714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/S_GCBmvQ8tI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1i0SZHpy88M/s320/wcress1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Bok Choy&lt;/span&gt; - A bowl of this cabbage-flavored green provides 23% of your Vitamin A daily requirement and 1/3 of your Vitamin C daily requirement. It also provides a host of phytochemicals - flavonoids, isothiocyanate, and dithiolthione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/S_GCOaDVoxI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Hoe4J1JsiQo/s1600/Bok+Choy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 243px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472298206254965522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/S_GCOaDVoxI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Hoe4J1JsiQo/s320/Bok+Choy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Kohlrabi&lt;/span&gt; - Each serving provides 25% of your daily potassium, keeping your blood pressure in check. Also contains glucosinolate which may prevent some cancers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/S_GCZiQaDII/AAAAAAAAAIg/XKPkblo1SNs/s1600/kohlrabi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 237px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472298397435825282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/S_GCZiQaDII/AAAAAAAAAIg/XKPkblo1SNs/s320/kohlrabi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3366015057150376531-7616751830397749715?l=muffinsformankind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/feeds/7616751830397749715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3366015057150376531&amp;postID=7616751830397749715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/7616751830397749715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/7616751830397749715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/2010/05/not-all-lettuce-is-created-equal.html' title='Not all Lettuce is Created Equal.'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491965591325665741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/S_GBATZ4L1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/OR7rMCogDek/s72-c/iceberg_Lettuce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366015057150376531.post-8335365362539888242</id><published>2010-05-16T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T07:37:15.264-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health and Nutrition'/><title type='text'>My Homage to Chick-fil-a</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/S_FUaqOjeNI/AAAAAAAAAHA/zSihn3TxV8I/s1600/chickfila1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 163px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/S_FUaqOjeNI/AAAAAAAAAHA/zSihn3TxV8I/s200/chickfila1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472247839220529362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since moving to St. Louis, among many things I love, I have found 2 things I deeply dislike about this city: 1) the wretchedly cold winters and 2) the lack of Chick-fil-a's that requires that I drive for 30 minutes, fight for a parking spot, and walk into a crowded mall just to enjoy a delicious fried chicken sandwich. So today, I have decided to celebrate my favorite fast food restaurant (ok, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; fast food restaurant I dare eat at) in hopes that more Chick-fil-a's will migrate out west.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few fun tidbits about Chick-fil-a:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No sandwich on the menu exceeds the 500 calorie marker (a rare achievement for fast food restaurants)&lt;br /&gt;2. They use whole breast meat in their sandwiches, nuggets, and strips -- not pressed or formed meat&lt;br /&gt;3. The chicken arrives raw and each piece is filleted and breaded by hand&lt;br /&gt;4. The menu is trans-fat free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Picks are...&lt;br /&gt;1. Chargrilled Chicken Sandwich on a Wheat Bun -- 270 calories, 3.5g fat, 940mg sodium&lt;br /&gt;2. 8 pack nuggets with BBQ sauce -- 305 calories, 13g fat, 1020mg sodium&lt;br /&gt;3. Southwest Chargrilled Salad with Fat-free Honey Mustard Dressing -- 360 calories, 8g fat, 1170mg sodium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I appreciate Chick-fil-a serving superior meat and providing healthy alternatives, such as a fruit side and wheat buns, I must admit that not every selection on the menu is exactly wholesome. Below are a few items to steer clear from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Picks are...&lt;br /&gt;1. Hand Spun Cookies and Cream Milkshake -- 790 calories, 33g fat, 660mg sodium&lt;br /&gt;2. Chicken Caesar Cool Wrap -- 480 calories, 16g fat, 1640mg sodium&lt;br /&gt;3. Chicken Strips Salad with Buttermilk Ranch Dressing -- 800 calories, 60g fat, 1745mg sodium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be fooled by the salads at fast food restaurants. Often times, they comprise nutritionally weak lettuce and veggies topped with cheese and fatty dressings. You think you have made a healthy choice, but you would have been better off with the fried chicken sandwich! In comparison to other fast food restaurants, Chick-fil-a does use Romaine in their salads, so bringing your own balsamic vinaigrette can cure this substandard salad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3366015057150376531-8335365362539888242?l=muffinsformankind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/feeds/8335365362539888242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3366015057150376531&amp;postID=8335365362539888242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/8335365362539888242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/8335365362539888242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-homage-to-chick-fil.html' title='My Homage to Chick-fil-a'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491965591325665741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/S_FUaqOjeNI/AAAAAAAAAHA/zSihn3TxV8I/s72-c/chickfila1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366015057150376531.post-6884756102051068800</id><published>2010-05-13T10:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T15:54:20.446-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health and Nutrition'/><title type='text'>The Perfect Pick</title><content type='html'>Here's a quick guide to picking and storing common &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fruits&lt;/span&gt;, including their nutritional benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peaches &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perfect Pick: &lt;/span&gt;Ripe peaches will have a fruity aroma with a background color that is yellow or cream. It should also give to pressure at the seams without being too soft. For future use, opt for those that are firm but not rock hard. Note that red blush on your peach's skin is a variety indicator and not an indication of ripeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peak Season: &lt;/span&gt;June to September&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Proper Care:&lt;/span&gt; Store firm peaches at room temperature in open air until ripe. Once ripe, toss into the fridge and consume within a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Payoff: &lt;/span&gt;Vitamin C, Beta-carotene, Fiber, Potassium &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perfect Pick:&lt;/span&gt; Look for a pleasant fragrance with some softness at the stem end. The fruit should be free of bruises, although some brown discoloration (russeting) is fine. Firmer pears are preferable for cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peak Season: &lt;/span&gt;August to February&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Proper Care: &lt;/span&gt;Ripen at room temperature in loosely closed paper bag. Refrigerate once ripe and consume within a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Payoff: &lt;/span&gt;Fiber and Vitamin C (if consumed with skin on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pineapple &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perfect Pick:&lt;/span&gt; Vibrant green leaves with mild softness and a sweet aroma from the stem end indicates a ripe pineapple. Avoid spongy fruit with brown leaves and a fermented odor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peak Season:&lt;/span&gt; March to July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Proper Care: &lt;/span&gt;Store pineapple with a weak aroma at room temperature for for a couple of days until it softens slightly. Then refrigerate for up to 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Payoff: &lt;/span&gt;Bromelain compounds with anti inflammatory powers and helpful in digesting proteins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pomegranates &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perfect Pick:&lt;/span&gt; Choose those with glossy, taut, uncracked skin that's deep red in color. The fruit is past its prime if, when you gently press the crown end, a powdery cloud emanates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peak Season: &lt;/span&gt;August to December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Proper Care: &lt;/span&gt;Place in a cool, dry location for several weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Payoff:&lt;/span&gt; Antioxidants shown to improve sperm quality thus boosting fertility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raspberries &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perfect Pick: &lt;/span&gt;Plump and dry raspberries with good shape and intense, uniform color are ready for consuming. Be certain to examine the container for mold or juice stains at bottom (indicating crushed berries). Berries with the hull attached are a sign of under-ripe and overly-tart berries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peak Season: &lt;/span&gt;May to November&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Proper Care:&lt;/span&gt; Refrigerate unwashed berries on a paper towel in a single layer for (ideally) no more than 3 days. Cover with a damp paper towel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Payoff: &lt;/span&gt;Contains the antioxidant ellagic acid (possesses anticancer properties) along with 8 grams of fiber per cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strawberries &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perfect Pick: &lt;/span&gt;Look for bright red coloring all the way to stem without any blemishes. They should have a fruity smell and be slightly giving, but without mushy spots. Smaller strawberries usually have more flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peak Season: &lt;/span&gt;June to August&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Proper Care: &lt;/span&gt;Keep unwashed in a single layer on a paper towel in covered container. Here, they will last 3-4 days in fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Payoff: &lt;/span&gt;More Vitamin C than most other fruits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tomatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perfect Pick: &lt;/span&gt;Tomatoes should be rich in color and free of wrinkles, cracks, bruises or soft spots. Ripe tomatoes will have some give, although too much softness is a sign of over ripe and watery fruit. During off season, choose Roma or Cherry tomatoes for more flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peak Season: &lt;/span&gt;May to August&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Proper Care: &lt;/span&gt;Never store in fridge because cool temperatures destroy its flavor and texture. Instead, store at room temperature out of direct sunlight for up to a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Payoff: &lt;/span&gt;Lycopene, a carotenoid antioxidant that fights prostate cancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Watermelon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perfect Pick: &lt;/span&gt;Dense, symmetrical melons free of cuts and sunken parts are perfect for consuming. The rind should appear dull, not shiny, with a rounded creamy-yellow underside that shows where ground ripening took place. A light slap should produce a hollow thump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peak Season: &lt;/span&gt;May to August&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Proper Care:&lt;/span&gt; Store whole in fridge for up to one week as the cold prevents the flesh from drying out and turning fibrous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Payoff: &lt;/span&gt;Citrulline, an amino acid that's converted to arginine, relaxes blood vessels and improves blood flow. Also a good source of Vitamins C and A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apples &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perfect Pick:&lt;/span&gt; Firm apples with no bruising are your best choice. Worm holes do not negatively impact flavor. The smaller the apple the bigger the flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peak Season: &lt;/span&gt;September to May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Proper Care:&lt;/span&gt; Keep apples in a plastic bag in the crisper away from veggies. Here, they remain for several weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Payoff:&lt;/span&gt; The pectin in apples help lower bad cholesterol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Avocado&lt;/span&gt; (Yes, avocado is technically a fruit!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perfect Pick: &lt;/span&gt;Firm without mushy spots. Should not rattle as this is a sign that the pit has pulled away from its flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peak Season:&lt;/span&gt; Year round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Proper Care: &lt;/span&gt;Place firm avocados in a paper bag at room temperature for a couple of days to ripen (through the release of ethylene gas). Place ripe avocados in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Payoff: &lt;/span&gt;Cholesterol-lowering mono-saturated fat. Also used in the prevention of prostate and breast cancers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bananas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perfect Pick: &lt;/span&gt;Ripe bananas have uniform yellow skins or small brown freckles indicating they're at their sweetest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peak Season: &lt;/span&gt;Year round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Proper Care: &lt;/span&gt;Store unripe bananas on counter away from sunlight or in open brown paper bag. Refrigerate ripe bananas or freeze for use in breads and smoothies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Payoff: &lt;/span&gt;Vitamin B6 which prevents cognitive decline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blueberries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perfect Pick: &lt;/span&gt;Plump, uniform berries. As with raspberries, check the bottom of the container for crushed or moldy berries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peak Season: &lt;/span&gt;June to August&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Proper Care:&lt;/span&gt; Keep unwashed in airtight container in the refrigerator for up to a week. Berries will spoil quickly when left at room temp for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Payoff: &lt;/span&gt;Disease-fighting antioxidants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cantaloupe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perfect Pick: &lt;/span&gt;The stem end should have a smooth indentation. Should also have a sweet aroma with a slightly oval shape and good coverage of netting. The blossom end should give slightly to pressure. Avoid those with soft spots (indicating an over-ripe melon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peak Season: &lt;/span&gt;May to September&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Proper Care: &lt;/span&gt;Store ripe cantaloupes in plastic in the fridge for up to 5 days (will begin to lose flavor after this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Payoff: &lt;/span&gt;Loads of Vitamin C, offers protection against stroke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grapefruit and Oranges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perfect Pick: &lt;/span&gt;Should give slightly to a squeeze. Small imperfections won't impact flavor, but avoid those with large soft spots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peak Season: &lt;/span&gt;October to June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Proper Care: &lt;/span&gt;Store in refrigerator for a couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Payoff: &lt;/span&gt;Anticancer lycopene and 120% of daily Vitamin C in every cup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grapes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perfect Pick: &lt;/span&gt;Plump and wrinkle free grapes with firmly attached stems are ready for eating. Red grapes should be without a green tinge. Green grapes are sweetest and ripest with a yellow tinge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peak Season: &lt;/span&gt;June to December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Proper Care: &lt;/span&gt;Loosely store unwashed in a shallow bowl for up to a week.  Grapes may also be frozen for a delicious snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Payoff: &lt;/span&gt;Resveratrol (a potent antioxidant found in red grapes that protects against cardiovascular disease)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kiwi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perfect Pick: &lt;/span&gt;Ready-for-consuming kiwi is slightly yielding to pressure. Avoid mushy, wrinkled or bruised kiwi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peak Season: &lt;/span&gt;June to August&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Proper Care: &lt;/span&gt;To ripen, store at room temperature or place in a brown bag with an apple. Place ripe kiwi in fridge in a plastic bag for up to a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Payoff:&lt;/span&gt; 20% more Vitamin C than an orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lemon and Limes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perfect Pick: &lt;/span&gt;Brightly colored with thin skin, these fruits should feel sturdy but give ever so slightly when squeezed. Lemons should have no hint of green coloring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peak Season: &lt;/span&gt;Lemons are year round and limes are best chosen from May to October&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Proper Care: &lt;/span&gt;Store at room temperature in a dark location for a week or refrigerate for up to two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Payoff: &lt;/span&gt;Phytonutrient liminoids which have anticancer and antiviral properties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mangoes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perfect Pick: &lt;/span&gt;Ripened mangoes will have red skin with yellow splotches and will give to pressure. Firmer mangoes with tight skin and green near the stems that are duller in color are for future use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peak Season: &lt;/span&gt;April to August&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Proper Care: &lt;/span&gt;Ripen at room temperature until fragrant and giving. Ripe mangoes can be stored in fridge for up to 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Payoff: &lt;/span&gt;High in iron, Vitamins A and E, and phenols (antioxidant with anticancer properties)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Papayas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perfect Pick:&lt;/span&gt; A ripe papaya is beginning to turn yellow and is somewhat yielding to a gentle squeeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peak Season:&lt;/span&gt; Year round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Proper Care: &lt;/span&gt;Eat ripe ones immediately or refrigerate for up to 3 days. Unripe papayas are greener and should be stored at room temperature in a dark setting until yellow splotches appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Payoff: &lt;/span&gt;Fiber, Vitamins C, A, E and K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cherries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perfect Pick:&lt;/span&gt; Look for shiny, firm, plump, dark cherries. Avoid those with cracked or wrinkled skins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peak Season: &lt;/span&gt;May to July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Proper Care:&lt;/span&gt; Store cherries uncovered and unwashed in coldest part of refrigerator for up to 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Payoff: &lt;/span&gt;Offers protection against cancer and has been shown to reduce pain and inflammation in arthritis and diabetes patients&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3366015057150376531-6884756102051068800?l=muffinsformankind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/feeds/6884756102051068800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3366015057150376531&amp;postID=6884756102051068800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/6884756102051068800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/6884756102051068800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/2010/05/perfect-pick.html' title='The Perfect Pick'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491965591325665741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366015057150376531.post-5941344520809420157</id><published>2010-05-12T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T10:34:21.162-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health and Nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>Greek Pizza</title><content type='html'>Last night, I made homemade pizza crust from my freshly milled flour! I used the crust for a Greek Pizza recipe I've made many times before. My husband, who has previously eaten the pizza served on store-bought whole wheat crust, even commented on the improved crust!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make this pizza crust, you will use the basic bread recipe from my last post (with half the honey). Make sure to select the dough prompt on your bread machine. When the dough is finished, divide it in half. Roll out 1/2 of the dough on the pizza pan (using cornmeal for stickiness). Add your desired toppings (my recipe for Greek Pizza below) and let it rest for 10 minutes. Finally, bake at 400 degrees for 15ish minutes (oven times vary).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, bake the other 1/2 of the dough without toppings for 10-12 minutes. Freeze for later use (I'm told a clean trash bag works great for freezing the pizza crust).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Greek Pizza Recipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 inch whole wheat pizza crust (or dough from instructions above)&lt;br /&gt;2 1/2 cups whole fresh baby spinach leaves&lt;br /&gt;8 ounces of cooked, chopped, seasoned chicken (I sautee chicken with salt, pepper, oregano and rosemary)&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup grape tomatoes, halved&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup feta cheese crumbles&lt;br /&gt;2 Tbs. chopped walnuts&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. dried oregano&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. dried rosemary&lt;br /&gt;1/2 Tbs. red wine vinegar&lt;br /&gt;Freshly ground black pepper, to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Directions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Mix all ingredients together and spread evenly on pizza crust/dough. Bake for 15ish minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3366015057150376531-5941344520809420157?l=muffinsformankind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/feeds/5941344520809420157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3366015057150376531&amp;postID=5941344520809420157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/5941344520809420157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/5941344520809420157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/2010/05/greek-pizza.html' title='Greek Pizza'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491965591325665741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366015057150376531.post-3539722129959304017</id><published>2010-05-11T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T10:32:52.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health and Nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>The Basics of Milling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;After weeks of researching and gleaning insight from experienced millers (i.e. my sister and cousin), I have finally milled my own flour! It all started when my sister, Katie, heard a woman speak at her weekly bible study on the nutritional benefits of milling flour. After sharing the information with me, I was immediately hooked! I no longer felt okay about buying "whole wheat" breads at the local supermarket that offered little to no nutritional value. Here are the basics of what I've learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;A whole grain is made up of 3 main layers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bran - the outer layer containing the roughage that helps move unwanted toxins and poisons through your digestive system. The bran also contains many vitamins, minerals, and proteins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Germ - the health center of the grain, overflowing with vitamins B and E, as well as unsaturated fat and protein.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Endosperm - the starchy white center. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, whole grains comprise nearly 90% of all the vitamins, minerals, and protein your body will ever need! Unfortunately though, commercially milled products do NOT provide you these nutrients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you ask? Once the whole grain is milled, the oils located in the bran and germ oxidize and turn rancid within just 3 days! So for commercial purposes, both the bran and germ—and all the nutrients contained therein—are stripped in order to allow product shelf life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, most of the bread you buy at the store is made up purely of endosperm! You’re basically eating gluten, starch, and sugar. For marketing purposes, you’ll see products claiming to be “enriched with vitamins and minerals!” Don’t be fooled. The fact that a product requires enriching is a warning sign on its own. Besides, most of the essential vitamins stripped are not able to be replaced through the enrichment process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're like me, you may be thinking to yourself, "Who has time to mill their own flour??" But I can assure you that milling hasn't been nearly as time consuming as I originally imagined. Yes, it takes longer than picking up a loaf at your local grocery store, but the extra time is certainly worth the added benefits. Plus, if you have a bread machine, it does all the work - you just pour the ingredients straight into the machine and wait for your bread to be done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in milling your own bread, here's what you'll need to get started:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mill - I have the Wondermill and love, love, love it! It's extremely simple to use and takes about 30 seconds - from start to finish -to mill a few cups of flour! Mine was a birthday gift bought off Amazon...you can also check out your local health food store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Bread Maker - Although you don't have to have a bread maker to make your own bread, it cuts out a lot of time and effort needed to prep the bread for baking. Breadmakers can be expensive, so I recommend going on Craigslist and purchasing a gently used one for between $15 - $30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Grain - I buy my grain in bulk (50 pound bags) because it's cheaper in the long run. Keep in mind, whole grains do not expire (only after the whole grain is milled does it have an expiration date). I found a vendor at my local farmer's market that sells bulk grains. Also check out local health food shops. You will probably need to request a bulk size order as most stores won't have 50 lb. bags hanging around. I store the grain in airtight paint containers in a closet. I have both Hard Red Wheat and Soft White Wheat which I usually combine in recipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you're ready to begin milling and baking bread! Remember, only mill enough flour for what your recipe calls for. Otherwise, it will be nutritionally depleted after 72 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a basic bread recipe to follow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups hot water&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup oil&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup honey (local honey is preferred because it helps in preventing allergies)&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;1 egg (optional)&lt;br /&gt;2 Tbs. Lechitin (found at your local health food store)&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp gluten (this makes the bread smooth)&lt;br /&gt;4-4 1/2 cups freshly milled flour (equivalent to 3 cups of un-milled wheat berries)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup ground flax (buy whole flaxseed and grind it in a food processor -- do not mill)&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbs yeast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Directions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add all ingredients, except yeast, directly into your breadmaker in the order shown above.  Make a little burrow in the middle of the dry ingredients and add the yeast.  Follow the prompts on your bread machine for making wheat bread.  Wha-la, you're done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3366015057150376531-3539722129959304017?l=muffinsformankind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/feeds/3539722129959304017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3366015057150376531&amp;postID=3539722129959304017' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/3539722129959304017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/3539722129959304017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/2010/05/basics-of-milling.html' title='The Basics of Milling'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491965591325665741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366015057150376531.post-5623327382978643379</id><published>2010-04-16T15:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T10:04:33.332-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>Oatmeal Peanut Butter Balls</title><content type='html'>These are so easy and they make a delicious, healthy snack for a child (or in my case, a hubby). Here's the recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup uncooked oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup nonfat dry milk&lt;br /&gt;1 cup of chrunchy, natural peanut butter (ingredients should be only salt and peanuts)&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup honey&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 tsp. vanilla&lt;br /&gt;1/4 C. raisins&lt;br /&gt;3 -4 tablespoons of ground flaxseed and millet (optional, but makes it super healthy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Directions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stir together oats, milk powder, flaxseed, and millet. Blend together peanut butter, honey, vanilla, and raisins. Stir mixtures together. Shape into small balls and store in refrigerator. Serve chilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/S_F27rJECmI/AAAAAAAAAHY/lOi-GNia1F4/s1600/DSCN0833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/S_F27rJECmI/AAAAAAAAAHY/lOi-GNia1F4/s320/DSCN0833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472285789796960866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3366015057150376531-5623327382978643379?l=muffinsformankind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/feeds/5623327382978643379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3366015057150376531&amp;postID=5623327382978643379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/5623327382978643379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/5623327382978643379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/2010/04/oatmeal-peanut-butter-balls.html' title='Oatmeal Peanut Butter Balls'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491965591325665741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/S_F27rJECmI/AAAAAAAAAHY/lOi-GNia1F4/s72-c/DSCN0833.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366015057150376531.post-7415930781566402629</id><published>2009-07-16T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T08:04:50.040-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greece'/><title type='text'>E****, Nea Zoi, and More...</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow we leave for Camp Kalamos where we will be spending the week with 150 teenage campers. I won't have internet access, so I wanted to give an update before I left. Also, please pray that God would supply us with energy to finish the race strong. I can't believe this is our last week in Greece! We will need lots of energy this week, but will be getting little sleep. Pray that we would be the hands and feet of Christ and that the teenagers would be receptive to the Gospel. Finally, pray that our focus would be on serving this camp whole-heartedly and that our gaze would not turn to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time with E**** on Sunday. She was very reserved and seemed almost nervous when we first met, but by the end of the night she had completely warmed to us. She is 21 years old and it was obvious from our conversations that she's led a difficult life. When we took a photo with her, she became very nervous and fidgety. It broke my heart when she explained to us that she didn't know how to smile! We tried teaching her, but she looked embarrassed. She wants to go to the Greek Bible Institute next year, but lacks the resources to do so. Please pray that God provides the necessary funds for her to attend and that he would continue to grow in her a desire to know Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was our last time to participate in the Nea Zoi ministry. It was an emotional morning for several reasons. First, I met a 21 year old prostitute, C*****, who is engaged to be married to her madam's son. The son fell in love with C***** and is helping her escape prostitution by sending her back to her home in Romania in August. He will then fly her back into Greece a couple months later and they will try to stay hidden from the Mafia. Please pray for C*****'s protection from the traffickers who have enslaved her to this work. Second, Chelsea and Sylvia (a Nea Zoi volunteer) were chased out of a brothel after sharing the Gospel with the madam and prostitute. They were accused of being heretics and Jehovah's Witnesses after attempting to explain the difference between Greek Orthodoxy and Protestantism. In Greece they have a saying that goes "To be Greek is to be Orthodox" and it's a precise statement! If you associate with any other denomination or religion, you are considered a heretic and a second-class citizen in Greece. I'm praying that God would soften these women's hearts to the Gospel. Needless to say, we're struggling with the idea of leaving here in a week and returning to our privileged lives while these women stay trapped in this prison. Third, I watched as a young boy about the age of 10 walked into a brothel with an older (but also young) boy. Although he was thrown out, it saddened me that a child would ever be exposed to this evil. Last week, Austen observed a father escort his son into a brothel for his first sexual experience. Unfortunately, this is not too unusual in Greece. Furthermore, it's quite common for married men to seek sexual fulfillment from prostitutes driving their wives to commit adultery in return. This perpetual cycle has created much cynicism from the younger generation towards love and marriage. Society is getting married later and later and many don't marry at all (although most are living with partners). We have been faithfully praying that God would do great things in Greece. We have seen his work and are confident that his spirit will continue to work in this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much more I want to say, but it's time for us to leave for Kalamos. My deepest gratitude to those praying. God has truly blessed my time in Greece and I could never repay you for your prayer and financial support which has allowed me this opportunity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3366015057150376531-7415930781566402629?l=muffinsformankind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/feeds/7415930781566402629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3366015057150376531&amp;postID=7415930781566402629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/7415930781566402629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/7415930781566402629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/2009/07/ekkhi-nea-zoi-and-more.html' title='E****, Nea Zoi, and More...'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491965591325665741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366015057150376531.post-3085561264049846614</id><published>2009-07-11T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T07:55:16.086-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greece'/><title type='text'>Prayer Request</title><content type='html'>Today is a special day! We are attending church with E****, a prostitute from the New Life ministry. She is a Nigerian woman who was brought to Greece and forced into prostitution by her own cousin. In addition, she'll be accompanying us to Camp Kalamos for the day while we run a program for the campers. Please be praying for our time with E**** - that God would soften her heart to the Gospel and give her courage to leave the prostitution industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm giving my testimony again but this time to a group of kids ranging from 6 to 18. Pray that God would give me wisdom in making my testimony appropriate for such a broad age range.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3366015057150376531-3085561264049846614?l=muffinsformankind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/feeds/3085561264049846614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3366015057150376531&amp;postID=3085561264049846614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/3085561264049846614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/3085561264049846614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/2009/07/prayer-request.html' title='Prayer Request'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491965591325665741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366015057150376531.post-2764513582631603841</id><published>2009-07-11T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T09:28:29.658-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greece'/><title type='text'>Redemption At Its Finest</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I meant to post this before I left for &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Volos&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, but was so rushed that somehow I saved it rather than posting it. It's a bit outdated now, but here you go anyways:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;As usual, we traveled into &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Athens&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; Thursday evening to throw the children's festival. The only thing different this time was that Ron and Deborah, our mentors, stayed behind to have dinner with the pastor and his wife. Before leaving, I got the community center key (where the festival supplies are stored) from Ron and immediately threw it in my backpack which I bring with me every week into the city. As we were walking out the door an hour later, I decided, for whatever reason, that I didn't need my backpack this week, forgetting that the key was inside. I realized as we were standing in front of the community center that I had left the key at the Bible school. The festival lasts two hours and it’s an hour and half travel time each way, so going back to get the key was a moot point. I felt terrible, but my team responded graciously. Regardless, we headed to the park, wondering how we were going to entertain these kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;At the park, anxious children swarmed us requesting face painting and balloon sculptures. I felt awful that I had disappointed the kids. Attempting to make it up to them, I suggested that we play some games. With a severe language barrier, it was very interesting and somewhat awkward explaining games, but they eventually caught on. Caroline, Emily, and I spent the next two hours racing around the park playing freeze tag, hide and seek, red rover, and red light/green light. The kids were thrilled and tirelessly begged us to continue playing again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After all of those nights of face painting, I bonded more with the kids that night than I ever have. I was so thankful that God redeemed the situation and gave me the opportunity to love those children in a way I wouldn't have experienced had I remembered the key. It was a good reminder that God is always working for the good of his children!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3366015057150376531-2764513582631603841?l=muffinsformankind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/feeds/2764513582631603841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3366015057150376531&amp;postID=2764513582631603841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/2764513582631603841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/2764513582631603841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/2009/07/redemption-at-its-finest.html' title='Redemption At Its Finest'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491965591325665741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366015057150376531.post-4317536420585604512</id><published>2009-07-11T03:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T09:32:28.150-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greece'/><title type='text'>We're Celebrities!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/Sli7TH46J5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/lud67cJPdVg/s1600-h/Caroline+-+Volos+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357237693966854034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/Sli7TH46J5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/lud67cJPdVg/s400/Caroline+-+Volos+064.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with the Assistant Mayor last night turned out to be a much bigger ordeal than originally imagined. We ate at the end of a long pier on the sea with the Mayor, Assistant Mayor, and some other important man that I can't remember his title. They ordered every kind of Greek food imaginable and I was coerced into trying lamb intestines....yuck! Thank you Austen for eating my portion. The Mayor awarded us medals along with a DVD and tour guide of the city. AND, they had the city's major news network come interview the pastor and a couple of team members!! It was a rare opportunity for the Protestant church to share about the ministry we participated in. The Mayor even inquired Melethes, the pastor we worked under, about the differences between Greek Orthodox and Protestantism! Oh, we're also going to be featured in the newspaper in the near future...so I guess you could say we are celebrities here in Volos :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3366015057150376531-4317536420585604512?l=muffinsformankind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/feeds/4317536420585604512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3366015057150376531&amp;postID=4317536420585604512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/4317536420585604512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/4317536420585604512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/2009/07/were-celebrities.html' title='We&apos;re Celebrities!!'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491965591325665741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/Sli7TH46J5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/lud67cJPdVg/s72-c/Caroline+-+Volos+064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366015057150376531.post-6260844467956732889</id><published>2009-07-09T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T06:34:26.313-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greece'/><title type='text'>"One Man's Trash Is Another Man's Treasure"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/SliUxQyEraI/AAAAAAAAAFs/dRKop03IcEE/s1600-h/Volos+and+Sunion+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/SliUxQyEraI/AAAAAAAAAFs/dRKop03IcEE/s400/Volos+and+Sunion+040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357195330796694946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picking up trash has turned out to be both extremely humbling and surprisingly encouraging. Volunteerism in Greece is practically non-existent, so most of the citizens have been incredibly grateful for our service. People have bought us drinks, honked their horns, volunteered to help us, and one old lady insisted on giving us her opened package of cookies. Even the Assistant Mayor pulled over on the side of the highway today to take pictures of us and invite us to dinner tomorrow night at his home! But most importantly, people have questioned who we are and why we are picking up trash on the side of the highway. This gives the Protestant church (there is only one in Volos) a great opportunity to connect with the community and share the love of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there have been a few people who have yelled at us for picking up trash. We're not certain why since we can't undestand them, but it was pretty obvious that they weren't happy about it. We've picked up several beaches while people laying out pointed out the trash that we missed. And last, but certainly not least, we've cleaned up former "homes" of gypsies which includes human feces and used feminine products. Don't worry, we wore gloves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God is good and provided us with the opportunity to swim in the sea after each day. It was the perfect rest needed after spending hours in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from picking up trash, we assisted the pastor in the Wednesday night church service where I shared my testimony. God was gracious enough to give me the courage to step out of my comfort zone and calm all of my fears. Thanks for praying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3366015057150376531-6260844467956732889?l=muffinsformankind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/feeds/6260844467956732889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3366015057150376531&amp;postID=6260844467956732889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/6260844467956732889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/6260844467956732889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-mans-trash-is-another-mans-treasure.html' title='&quot;One Man&apos;s Trash Is Another Man&apos;s Treasure&quot;'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491965591325665741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/SliUxQyEraI/AAAAAAAAAFs/dRKop03IcEE/s72-c/Volos+and+Sunion+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366015057150376531.post-6262194887406060740</id><published>2009-07-04T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T02:37:29.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greece'/><title type='text'>Volos</title><content type='html'>Sorry it has been so long since I last updated. We've been incredibly busy between the children's festivals and New Life ministry. We leave for Volos, Greece today for a week. We are staying at a camp for two nights where I will be sharing my testimony, so please pray for wisdom in knowing what to share with a group of teenagers. Pray that God would speak through me and that they would not be my own words, but his. After camp, we will be spending the remaining time at the church there. We will be involved with a ministry where we will be picking up trash all week. In the past, this ministry has provided the church with the ability to connect with the Greek Orthodox church and has given the church a good reputation in the community. Pray that the sun won't be relentless and that we'll have plenty of energy as we will go two weeks without a day off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3366015057150376531-6262194887406060740?l=muffinsformankind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/feeds/6262194887406060740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3366015057150376531&amp;postID=6262194887406060740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/6262194887406060740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/6262194887406060740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/2009/07/sorry-it-has-been-so-long-since-i-last.html' title='Volos'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491965591325665741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366015057150376531.post-2015781848841318580</id><published>2009-06-23T21:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T13:18:23.746-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greece'/><title type='text'>Experiencing Grace Through Creation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/SkKKB-pswJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/a30TWnhADL8/s1600-h/Caroline+Camera+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350991073871970450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/SkKKB-pswJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/a30TWnhADL8/s400/Caroline+Camera+076.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday we took a ferry to the Agina Greek Island for our day off. We spent the day exploring the town, taking pictures, and resting on the beach. The hours spent on the beach were a timely blessing from God. Emily, Caroline and I discovered a (mostly) unoccupied, secluded beach and unpacked ourselves there. We swam, took a nap under the sun, and then I spent quality time with the Lord. It was a peaceful and relaxing afternoon. Straight ahead was the dark blue sea with a mountainous backdrop. To the left was a view of ancient ruins. The sun was strong, but was offset by the constant breeze. It was picturesque. And even more, God’s timing, as always, was perfect. It was providence that God chose for the team to split up that day. Lately, it’s been difficult finding time to spend alone with the Lord because we’re so busy and the team is always together, leaving room for many distractions. But on this day, with both of the girls with me asleep, I lay there listening to worship music, reading my Bible, and just enjoying God’s creation. In those moments, I was absolutely certain of God’s goodness. I praised him for his creativity. I praised him that he allowed me to be there in that moment giving credit to Him for his beautiful works. How lucky was I to be experiencing God’s grace like that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3366015057150376531-2015781848841318580?l=muffinsformankind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/feeds/2015781848841318580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3366015057150376531&amp;postID=2015781848841318580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/2015781848841318580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/2015781848841318580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/2009/06/experiencing-grace-through-creation.html' title='Experiencing Grace Through Creation'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491965591325665741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/SkKKB-pswJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/a30TWnhADL8/s72-c/Caroline+Camera+076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366015057150376531.post-7269283310749282591</id><published>2009-06-23T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T08:13:37.858-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greece'/><title type='text'>Ooops!</title><content type='html'>I face-painted all evening at the festival tonight. As we were packing up to leave, a little boy about 6 years old held up his hand for a high-five. I went to reciprocate and somehow (don't ask) missed and hit him in the head. To make matters worse, a bench of little old ladies witnessed the event and their expressions were filled with horror. They were mortified at the sight of me knocking some child upside the head. I repeatedly shouted the only word I knew to say, "signommi, signommi" (sorry), but he just stared at me with this perplexed look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Make sure to aim correctly when giving high-fives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3366015057150376531-7269283310749282591?l=muffinsformankind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/feeds/7269283310749282591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3366015057150376531&amp;postID=7269283310749282591' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/7269283310749282591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/7269283310749282591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/2009/06/ooops.html' title='Ooops!'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491965591325665741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366015057150376531.post-6882749897681409809</id><published>2009-06-21T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T14:45:46.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greece'/><title type='text'>"The grace of the Lord Jesus be with you."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/Sj6o3JY4hnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/DxXZK53IDTw/s1600-h/Corinth+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349899072729286258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/Sj6o3JY4hnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/DxXZK53IDTw/s400/Corinth+031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/Sj6o2qtIB3I/AAAAAAAAAFU/WPt311KqlFA/s1600-h/Corinth+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349899064492689266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/Sj6o2qtIB3I/AAAAAAAAAFU/WPt311KqlFA/s400/Corinth+030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday, our team visited the city of Marathon. Argyris took us to a few key sites and then to the Marathon Bay to swim. We were able to walk part of the route that the Marathon man took when delivering the message of victory against the Persians. He ran 26 miles to Athens in full armor to share this news before dropping dead. We also visited the Battle of Marathon trophy, as well as the tomb where the remains of many Persian generals lay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening we cooked a southern dinner (sweet tea and all) for Argyris and his family. It was by far one of the best team bonding moments we've experienced. So much frustration, yet so much joy! We were feeding 15 people, so it naturally took a lot of preparation. Between grocery shopping, not being able to read labels, converting measurements, the microwave breaking, finding maggots in the garlic, and trying to cook 15 pieces of chicken on a tiny, portable grill, the night was full of obstacles! We ended up making at least 5 trips to the market and everyone was on edge. We planned for dinner to be served promptly at 8:00 pm and didn't sit down until close to 10:30. But when we did, it was beautiful! We ate on the roof of the Bible school with two living room lamps and the moon as our only sources of light. We cut fresh flowers for the tables and watched as a forest fire radiated in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can honestly say that we never could have pulled off that dinner if not every single person on the team had been involved. And despite our frustrations and all the setbacks, the night was full of laughter. God graciously gave us the ability to laugh at everything that was going incredibly wrong. Our guests were quite surprised by our efforts and loved the sweet tea and key lime pie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, Wednesday, and Friday nights we were responsible for conducting festivals for the neighborhood kids. I must admit that I was not particularly excited for these festivals, but I continually prayed that God would change my heart. I asked for energy and a heart for the kids. Rachel and I were assigned face - or should I say, body - painting. The kids wanted everything painted &lt;em&gt;except&lt;/em&gt; for their faces. And unfortunately (for them) they were not satisfied by hearts and butterflies. No, we had to paint Greek flags inside of hearts and tribal symbols. To my surprise, God provided me with a joy that surpassed my expectation. The time flew by and was consumed with non-stop painting of arms, legs, faces, and more. Some kids had 5 or more paintings by the end of the evening. It was awesome loving the children and praying for them by name as we humbly served them. Overall, it was a great experience as it taught me what little verbal communication is actually needed to convey love to a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday we had a rare opportunity to accompany a class of students to Corinth. During the bus ride, I read Acts 18 and part of 1 Corinthians so that the biblical events of history would be fresh on my mind. But nothing could have prepared me for what I saw. We spent the entire day learning about the city’s rich history and soaking up the beautiful ancient ruins. It's impossible to describe the feeling you get when standing at the bema seat where Paul was judged in Acts 18:12 - 17. The sight is nothing less than captivating! The professor gave us a detailed history lesson of each ruin, statue, and architecture we saw. We visited the Temples of Apollo and Octavia, the Acrocorinth and isthmus canal, and sat on the ancient ruins of a 4th century basilica. As I now reread that same scripture, I have a new appreciation for these passages. I can imagine exactly what the town looked like and where it's located. It came alive for me and that was an incredible blessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have officially been in Greece for 3 weeks. I can hardly believe it! Although I wouldn’t trade this opportunity for anything, there are days that I miss the comfort of home. I miss routine, making my own decisions, having dinner with my family, playing with my niece, and spending time with Caleb. Oh, and I miss Mexican food! I’ve been on the lookout, but have yet to find any Mexican restaurants here – even though I’ve been told they do exist. Anyways, please do pray that this homesickness will not develop into an unhealthy distraction from God’s work. Pray that I would find comfort in Christ on the days when nothing appears familiar and the distance between me and home seems to grow with each passing week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3366015057150376531-6882749897681409809?l=muffinsformankind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/feeds/6882749897681409809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3366015057150376531&amp;postID=6882749897681409809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/6882749897681409809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/6882749897681409809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-monday-our-team-visited-city-of.html' title='&quot;The grace of the Lord Jesus be with you.&quot;'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491965591325665741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/Sj6o3JY4hnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/DxXZK53IDTw/s72-c/Corinth+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366015057150376531.post-5876200943145989777</id><published>2009-06-13T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T11:21:26.767-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greece'/><title type='text'>Mou Aressi i Ellada</title><content type='html'>Last night we took the 2 hour bus ride into Athens just to find out that the community center (where we were supposed to be serving) was closed. That's a picture perfect example of Greek life! Instead of getting frustrated, we decided to have a leisurely dinner at the Omonia bakery before heading back home. I have never tasted Baklava so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the Bible school, we said our good-byes to Brian and Lorrie (our current mentors) who headed back to America early this morning. It was much harder than I expected to say goodbye! We've shared some really fun memories over the past two weeks - staying up all night eating Nutella, hearing stories of their college years (and what a stalker Brian was - ha!), and Brian's endless tangents on how not to get pick-pocketed.  Oh, and how Chelsea called Lorrie Glory on accident for the first few days we were here. It has been such an encouragement knowing them because they've been a wonderful example of husband, wife, mother, and father. They were honest with us about hardships they've faced, but always managed to point us to Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have new mentors, Ron and Deborah, arriving tonight and then another mentor, Sam, arriving in a couple weeks. It will be really interesting adjusting to all the different personalities and leadership styles. Only the Lord knows why he has placed each of these people in our lives and I am confident it's for good reason. We are excited to get to know them all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent today cleaning and preparing a camp in Kalamos. It was long and hard manual labor, but the task-oriented members relished in the work. It felt really good to accomplish something tangible! We mopped floors, scrubbed tables, painted benches, cleaned cabins, and set-up beds. I was exhausted when we got home and participated in my first siesta. It was awesome! This is one habit I might bring home with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we are going to church and then preparing dinner for Argyris and his family. After he and his wife cooked us a fabulous, homemade Greek meal, we decided to return the favor. We are making a typical American meal with key lime pie for dessert. We're hoping it turns out ok as we had to substitute some ingredients that aren't accessible here. And we can't read Greek, so we did a lot of guessing as to what items were....we'll see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalinikta (goodnight)!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3366015057150376531-5876200943145989777?l=muffinsformankind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/feeds/5876200943145989777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3366015057150376531&amp;postID=5876200943145989777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/5876200943145989777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/5876200943145989777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/2009/06/mou-aressi-i-ellada.html' title='Mou Aressi i Ellada'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491965591325665741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366015057150376531.post-1512775757139019853</id><published>2009-06-10T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T15:07:17.423-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greece'/><title type='text'>A Blessing In Disguise</title><content type='html'>A really neat thing happened this morning while working with Nea Zoi. I accompanied Dina into a brothel assuming I would just observe as usual (due to the language barrier), and the working girl spoke English! We walked into the kitchen area which had a small bedroom connected to it. The door was open and the young girl lay unclothed on the bed. Dina asked her a question and, when the girl replied in English, sent me in to talk with her while she engaged the madam. My heart dropped and I immediately prayed that God would give me loving words to speak into this girl's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that she is 22 years old and from Romania. She has been in Greece just one month now. She calls herself Mary, although we doubt that is her real name. During the ten minutes I spent in small talk with her, I learned that she moved to Athens to make money and that she didn't enjoy her work. She also told me that she was sleeping poorly and was working two shifts per day at the brothel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the front door of the brothel opened, she got up from the bed to greet her potential customer. About four times during the ten minutes I was there, she got up to do this. Each time returning without business. I could see the humiliation in her face. After returning to the kitchen one time, she stated, "I don't like these Greek men." My heart broke for her. She was new to the industry and the wounds were obviously still very fresh. I can't imagine the pain of being rejected over and over again. It's no wonder that these women's hearts become so hardened. That's the only way to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina and I explained to Mary that we belonged to a Christian organization that wanted to help her. We gave her a business card and explained that we offered free life-skills classes and counseling if she ever needed anything. But most importantly, we told her that we believed in a God that cared and loved for her - and that we also wanted to love her. She graciously accepted a Bible and worship music before leaving me with a kiss on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am extremely grateful for this experience. God allowed me to take part in this wonderful ministry in unexpected ways and gave me the opportunity to speak hope and love into a broken girl's life. He challenged me to step way beyond the boundaries of my comfort zone. He allowed me to relate to this woman in a way that she was no longer a prostitute needing fixing, but a real person with real emotions and dreams. I won't forget Mary. I think she had a more significant impact on my life than I ever will on hers, but I will be faithful to pray for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more Nea Zoi story. As we were discussing prayer requests this morning, a certain couple was mentioned. This Christian couple lived in Romania, until moving to Greece temporarily to earn enough money to build a home together. The husband subsequently forced the wife into prostitution as a means of funding the house. As a result of years working in prostitution, the wife has recently become mentally ill.  Now, the husband has threatened to leave her with no family or means of legal work. Please join us in prayer that God would provide a host family for this woman to live with. That the church would be enthusiastic about supporting and loving this woman during this difficult time. And that she would know the hope and forgiveness offered by a God who loves her and created her for himself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3366015057150376531-1512775757139019853?l=muffinsformankind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/feeds/1512775757139019853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3366015057150376531&amp;postID=1512775757139019853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/1512775757139019853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/1512775757139019853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/2009/06/blessing-in-disguise.html' title='A Blessing In Disguise'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491965591325665741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366015057150376531.post-6245800520620265588</id><published>2009-06-09T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T14:06:31.542-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greece'/><title type='text'>Who Knew that Hummus is Not a Greek Food?!</title><content type='html'>I was very disappointed to learn that hummus is not a Greek food! I was really looking forward to eating lots of it while here. I have been looking for it everywhere and was shocked that no where seemed to offer it. Finally, the university students explained that hummus is actually Lebanese. I wonder why the hummus I buy at the store is called Athenos..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on to more important things. I learned from Argyris, the pastor, that he was arrested last year for proselytism. I had no idea it was illegal in Greece to try to convert people from Greek Orthodoxy to Protestantism! He spent some time in jail and underwent many trials before being exonerated. Argyris also explained that the Greek Bible Institute is the only Bible college in all of Greece. The government has recently passed new laws that are making it increasingly harder for the school to operate. But God continues to faithfully provide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dinner last night, Argyris listed the needs of the Bible school and the first item mentioned was none other than an accountant! I was so excited! This past year, I have spent considerable time weighing my career options. I've always loved missions, but seriously doubted the need for accounting skills in this field. Although I won't be moving to Greece to fill this position, it was really encouraging to hear that my skills are needed in the ministry world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we spent a few hours in Athens interviewing people living in a potential church-planting area. We were divided into pairs that concentrated on different sections of this area. Austen and I interviewed at several trendy restaurants where the people met our demographic requirements. We ended up having a 20 minute conversation with a couple of self-proclaimed atheists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very friendly conversation and I found their perspective to be very interesting, although somewhat disturbing too. They believe that religion is used as a means of control over the weak. That almost all evil in the world has its roots in religion. While I do agree that there are churches, pastors, and others with religious authority who abuse their power, I don't believe this is an accurate blanket statement. I explained that Christ cannot be judged based on man. We will never perfectly respresent Christ because we are sinners. We will always fail to measure up. Instead, we must look to the character and person of Jesus. Misusing power is not a new concept. Didn't even Jesus expose the Pharisees who exploited their religious power?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also argued that man is inherently good and isn't in need of rescuing. I know from just searching my own heart that man is in no way inherently good. I think the world has a perverted view of what good actually is. The emphasis is on outward behavior as opposed to the heart. For example, before coming to Christ, I would not have viewed myself as evil. In fact, I considered myself to be a pretty decent human being. At least in comparison to so many other people. I didn't steal, murder, do drugs, or curse. So what if I occasionally gossiped and envied my friends. I went to church and even volunteered in the community - nevermind that my motives were selfishly driven. Now, I realize that the only one I can compare myself to is a Holy God. And that Holy God is more concerned about my heart than my behavior. And next to him, I am completely wicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good news is that, because of his love for us, God sent Christ to die for our sins. And through his death, God is accessible to us. He offers us eternal life and freedom from sin. He offers us grace and hope!!! Praise God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but in order that the world might be saved through him." - John 3:16-17&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3366015057150376531-6245800520620265588?l=muffinsformankind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/feeds/6245800520620265588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3366015057150376531&amp;postID=6245800520620265588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/6245800520620265588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/6245800520620265588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/2009/06/who-knew-that-hummus-is-not-greek-food.html' title='Who Knew that Hummus is Not a Greek Food?!'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491965591325665741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366015057150376531.post-1706243877176526815</id><published>2009-06-08T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T14:11:04.949-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greece'/><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/Si7PnrSMkPI/AAAAAAAAAE0/1wM49hslf5I/s1600-h/Thomas+Greece+296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345438088276250866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/Si7PnrSMkPI/AAAAAAAAAE0/1wM49hslf5I/s400/Thomas+Greece+296.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was our off day. We went into Athens and visited the Acropolis, Parthenon, Temple of Zeus, and a few other ancient ruins. It is scorching hot here - it was predicted to reach 100 degrees F - so we only stayed in town until about 2:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were honored to have dinner tonight with the Petrou family who live at the Bible school. Argyris Petrou is a pastor and teacher at the school. He has been in charge of our "schedule" while we've been here. He and his wife are incredibly hospitable and cooked us a fabulous, homemade Greek dinner. It was honestly one of the best meals I've ever eaten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a serious struggle for me. The entire day I have been completely conscious of the immensity of my sin. My words, behavior, and thoughts all stemmed from selfish desire and motive. My words may have sounded polite and honorable on the outside, but inside they were completely hollow. My thoughts were plagued by frustrations and self-interest. And my behavior was nothing more than empty actions seeking approval and recognition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I constantly devalue the people here by being more concerned with accomplishing a task than spending time with them. I become frustrated that I am not able to serve in more meaningful ways. And I crave structure and order at the expense of joyfully digesting the culture. Pray that Christ will give me a heart for the people he places in my path. That I will see the importance of these relationships and seek to be a witness for Christ through loving others. Pray that I will remember that my plan may not mirror the Lord’s plan. That perhaps he has me in Greece for completely different reasons than I expected – even if just to grow me in these weaknesses. And lastly, pray that I can surrender control of my schedule to the One who is truly in charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I recognized the utter depravation of my heart. On one hand, I am thankful for this realization because it allows me to see my need for rescuing. For a Savior. On the other hand, I am feeling completely helpless when I know I should not. Christ died to bear all sin and, for that reason alone, I can have hope that this sin will not overcome me. I am in the process of redemption and I can have hope that he is using every situation in my life for growth in him. I must remember that Christ can and will use the weak to accomplish his purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to the day when I am before Christ and witness the final defeat of sin. A day that I will no longer be bound by my flesh. Thank you Jesus for loving me the way you do – even though I am so undeserving. Thank you for exposing my heart and need for you. Remind me of these things daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And now, O Lord, for what do I wait? My hope is in you." - Psalm 39:7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3366015057150376531-1706243877176526815?l=muffinsformankind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/feeds/1706243877176526815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3366015057150376531&amp;postID=1706243877176526815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/1706243877176526815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/1706243877176526815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/2009/06/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491965591325665741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/Si7PnrSMkPI/AAAAAAAAAE0/1wM49hslf5I/s72-c/Thomas+Greece+296.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366015057150376531.post-4142682969389714680</id><published>2009-06-07T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T15:23:48.055-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greece'/><title type='text'>Never Wear Sunday Dresses and Flip Flops to Hike a Mountain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/Siw8s6GAPvI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QdxdOXpSwWg/s1600-h/Caroline+Greece+281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344713599988285170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/Siw8s6GAPvI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QdxdOXpSwWg/s400/Caroline+Greece+281.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning we went to the Second Evangelical Church of Athens. A team member, Austen, had the opportunity to share his testimony in front of the congregation. After each sentence, it must be translated into Greek, so it's somewhat hard to keep your focus. But he did a great job, and we appreciated that he was willing to do what none of us wanted to. We also sang Isaiah 43 for the church while Rachel (another member) played the piano. It was so beautiful even though none of us are professional singers. The words are so awesome because they come straight from scripture:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When You Pass Through The Waters, I Will Be With You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And The Waves, Will Not Overcome You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do Not Fear, For I Have Redeemed You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Have Called You By Name, You Are Mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chorus: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;For I Am The Lord Your God (Girls Repeat)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Am The Lord Your God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Am The Holy One Of Israel, Your Savior (2x)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Guys) I Am The Lord (3x)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Girls) Do Not Fear (3x)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When You Pass Through The Fire, You'll Not Be Burned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And The Flames Will Not Consume You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do Not Fear, For I Have Redeemed You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Have Called You By Name, You Are Mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Repeat Chorus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After church, the pastor took us to lunch in Plaka at a great restaurant. Then, his son took us around Athens as our personal tour guide. We visited Mars hill again...which somehow was more beautiful than I had even remembered. Then we trecked several miles to the top of this mountain where a tiny church sat. The view was absolutely incredible - even better than Mars Hill! By the time got down the mountain, we had been walking several hours in our church dresses and flip flops. Our feet were killing us! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then attended a youth worship event held on top of an apartment complex roof. It was really ironic to be singing to the one true God with a clear view of the Parthenon (the classic symbol of the once prevalent pagan culture) within eyesight. And if that weren't enough, it was amazing to see these people, who live across the world, worshipping the Lord in their own language. We may be separated by oceans and language, but we are all united in Christ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3366015057150376531-4142682969389714680?l=muffinsformankind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/feeds/4142682969389714680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3366015057150376531&amp;postID=4142682969389714680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/4142682969389714680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/4142682969389714680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/2009/06/never-wear-sunday-dresses-and-flip.html' title='Never Wear Sunday Dresses and Flip Flops to Hike a Mountain.'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491965591325665741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/Siw8s6GAPvI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QdxdOXpSwWg/s72-c/Caroline+Greece+281.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366015057150376531.post-7349155108562697445</id><published>2009-06-07T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:42:04.702-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greece'/><title type='text'>10 Things About Life Greece</title><content type='html'>10 things I forgot to mention about life in Greece:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You can't flush toilet paper down the toilet because the drains are too narrow. Yep, you have to throw it away it the trash can. Sounds gross (and it kind of is), but we are used to it by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The police carry automatic machine guns. It's sort of unsettling to walk past them on the streets. Oh, and the police are not allowed to enter the universities, so they've had cases of people fleeing to the school after committing a crime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We hang our clothes out to dry on a line. It's awesome! I did it last summer in Africa as well and I really like it. I hope I can have one when I have my own house. They dry really quickly and smell great when they're done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. There are stray dogs EVERYWHERE. You can walk down the street and pass as many as 5 stray dogs on your way. And most of them have collars. The people put collars on them so they won't be taken to the pound and then feed them each night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. People are crazy, fearless drivers. Between the motorcyclists that drive on the dotted lines and the cars that don't slow down for pedestrians, it's scary traveling anywhere. You can't trust crosswalk signs and you can't be concerned about dents in your car. I've almost been run over twice - once crossing the street when I had a green light and once while running. Seriously, the car came within an inch of my foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Everyone greets each other with a kiss on each cheek. Boys, girls, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Taxes are included in prices. This is really nice because prices are even and it's much easier to split tabs. Also, you don't tip unless you had extraordinary service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. There are only 12,000 Protestant Christians in Greece. Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Gypsies are alive and well. Our leader, Brian, was pickpocketed today moments after telling us all that he suspected there were gypsies nearby. They are so sneaky. He lost about 400 Euro and had to cancel his credit card :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Everyone thinks I am a Spaniard. It's quite fun actually. Natives speak to me in Greek almost everyday assuming I am Greek. If only I knew how to respond. And a side note: Last night at the festival we worked at, one of the Greek teenage boys told me I look like Paris Hilton - ha! Could we look anymore different?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3366015057150376531-7349155108562697445?l=muffinsformankind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/feeds/7349155108562697445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3366015057150376531&amp;postID=7349155108562697445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/7349155108562697445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/7349155108562697445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/2009/06/10-things-about-life-greece.html' title='10 Things About Life Greece'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491965591325665741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366015057150376531.post-3103026999346636641</id><published>2009-06-03T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T15:33:45.859-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greece'/><title type='text'>It's Not Bad, It's Just Different!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The people at the Greek Bible Institute (GrBI) where we stay are amazing! They are always smiling, give credit to God in all things, and genuinely want to help in every way they can. Seriously, I haven't ever met so many people in one place who challenge me to be a better Christian. One of the American students, Courtney, has spent almost her whole week showing us around the bus station and metro, accompanying us into Athens, telling us encouraging stories, and just generally showing us the ropes. She, along with everyone else, has been incredibly welcoming from the moment we came. When we first arrived, it was during their graduation ceremony where everyone was wearing suits and dresses. However, our entire team was dressed in sweat pants and t-shirts and hadn't taken showers in two days. Despite this fact, we were embraced with warm hugs and loud, friendly greetings. Nobody looked down upon us or suggested that we change attire. Instead, they requested that we mingle among the students and join them for some Greek dancing that evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that day until now we have experienced nothing but kindness from our hosts. They repeatedly tell us how much our presence is appreciated. It's funny because in America people are often valued by what they accomplish. Here, you are valued just because you are a person. They are much more relational creatures than we are. And when they ask "how are you?” they actually mean it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another interesting thing that goes along with this idea: Christians here are big on giving testimonies. We learned that the hard way. The other day in chapel, we were given an hours notice that someone in our group would be sharing their testimony in front of all the students - who we had barely met. Of course, all the girls were running around frantic trying to figure out who was going to be the one to do this. Thankfully, Thomas volunteered to swallow the bullet for us. We thought that the rest of us were off the hook, but we were sadly mistaken. Another one of us has been requested to give our testimony at church on Sunday (at least this time with some advanced warning). I have a feeling that this will be my fate as well. They love hearing testimonies because they truly care about who we are and what has brought us to our present point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh - random point. Our team has been eating souvlakis almost everyday (sometimes more than once) because they are really inexpensive, easy to find, and convenient to eat on the run. The girls were excited because we thought that we were being really healthy. They are pitas filled with chicken, grilled onions and tomatoes, and tzatziki sauce. I don't why, but they just seemed so fresh. Well, when we were hanging out with university students doing research, we mentioned how much we loved the souvlakis and how we ate them all the time. One girl exclaimed, "oh no, you go home weighing 5 kilos more than when you come!" I think we may have to back off the souvlakis :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, onto today. We woke up early this morning to attend a three-hour Bible class with the Greek students called The History of the Christological Controversies. We were pumped because we were told we would learn all about the Greek Orthodoxy church from a well-known speaker who was visiting the class that day. Well, in the first five minutes all but one person on my team was completely lost.  Between the 5th century history and religious jargon, my head was spinning. I guess you could say we were a little overly confident. Our team bailed after the first hour to have team prayer time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to the university around 2:00 to do evangelistic research, but when we arrived campus had been closed due to upcoming elections. So, we walked a few blocks to a large Greek Orthodox Church and toured the inside. It was adorned with religious pictures and icons, gold, candles, and more. I seriously felt like I would break something if I breathed the wrong way. We observed the other people and noticed that, when they entered the church, they always kissed these pictures of Christ displayed under glass. After a few minutes, we gathered outside the church and had one of the GrBI students give us a basic lesson on Greek Orthodoxy. It was very interesting and somewhat frightening as well, but that's another story for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then took the metro to the community center where we were serving that evening. The community centers are owned and operated by the evangelical church and were established to provide children with a place to come and hang out (and hopefully stay out of trouble). They have games, ping pong, Wii, computers and provide pizza and ice-cream for the kids. Their hope is that, by serving their community, they can be a witness for Christ and perhaps have a positive influence on the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long day as we didn't get back home until after 11:30 - which is actually pretty normal. Like I said before, the typical day of a Greek looks much different than that of an American. Breakfast almost doesn't exist because most don't wake up until about 10:30ish. Lunch is at 2:00 in the afternoon followed by a long siesta. Dinner isn't until around 9:00 and most don't go to bed until well after midnight. Don’t ask me when they work. It's quite the adjustment, especially since we aren't able to take advantage of the afternoon siestas. But like we've learned to say in so many circumstances, "It's not bad, it's just different!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we are sleeping in (yay) and then operating a festival that evening held by the community centers. Pray for lots of energy as it's always exhausting spending long periods of time with energetic children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3366015057150376531-3103026999346636641?l=muffinsformankind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/feeds/3103026999346636641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3366015057150376531&amp;postID=3103026999346636641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/3103026999346636641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/3103026999346636641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-not-bad-its-just-different.html' title='It&apos;s Not Bad, It&apos;s Just Different!'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491965591325665741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366015057150376531.post-8846306688723838416</id><published>2009-06-03T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T13:29:56.748-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greece'/><title type='text'>“I Have Not Come to Call the Righteous, But Sinners”</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This morning four of us went into town at about 8:30 am to help out with the Nea Zoi ministry. When we arrived, we sang a few worship songs and prayed specifically for different prostitutes in need of prayer. Then, we split up into groups of five and visited different parts of town with large numbers of brothels. I was astounded by how many there were! On the street I went to, we visited about 8 brothels alone! They’re in unmarked, run-down apartment-like buildings that many businesses occupy. You can easily identify a brothel because they have a bright white light above the door - even during the day. At first, I stayed outside to "keep watch" and pray for those inside, but was soon asked to accompany one of the volunteers, Donna, inside. My heart was pounding when I started walking towards the brothel door as I had no idea what to expect. I silently prayed that God would allow me to share in his broken heart for these women. That I would not see them as prostitutes, but as broken women needing Jesus – just like me. That he would remind me that my sin was just as grievous as theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside we walked through a small, dim waiting room where men would sit and wait to view the woman on shift. She comes to the waiting room in between customers and the men decide if they want to pay for her. We then passed by a few bedrooms that were completely bare except a mattress with sheets and a small sink next to it. We entered a small kitchen in the back where the woman on shift and the madam stayed when there were no customers. Sitting in a chair was a woman approximately 35 years old wearing no clothing. We stayed for about 15 minutes and I poured tea and listened while Donna spoke with the woman and madam in Greek. During this time period, the woman got up several times to assist customers coming inside the brothel, but then would rejoin us a minute later when the men decided they were not interested in her. I was so saddened by this. As a woman, I know how much we long to be affirmed and loved...to be called beautiful. It was heart breaking to see this woman rejected over and over again and for her heart to be so hardened that she showed no emotional response. She fooled herself into believing this was only a job. It was a complete perversion of what God created sex for...pleasure void of any kind of love or emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I looked around the kitchen, I noticed that there were several small photos of Jesus and Mary on the wall accompanied by a cross. I was (and actually still am) quite confused by that. It seems as though they are longing for fulfillment and love - just not seeking it from the right place. I pray that Nea Zoi will continue to visit consistently and offer hope and love to these women. To be a light in these dark places. That God would break down the walls they’ve built around their hearts and draw them close to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent several hours of my day visiting brothels, praying for the team and women on shift, and learning more about the prostitution industry in Greece. As I stood outside praying (we have to keep our eyes open), I observed the men walking into the brothels. Some came alone, some in groups with friends. Whereas prostitution is somewhat of a taboo in America, it is not here. It's legal and men frequent them with no shame. There are regulations on the industry, however it’s highly difficult to control so there is almost always illegalities – women without papers, working double shifts, not getting tested, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, the rest of the day was spent doing research at the University of Athens for the church planting mission. We interviewed students and learned a considerable amount of information about Greek student life. The students have a very, very negative view of the church which is disappointing, but understandable when you learn about the history of Greek Orthodoxy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much more I want to tell you about, but time is limited. Please be praying for our time with these ministries and that God would use us in unexpected ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3366015057150376531-8846306688723838416?l=muffinsformankind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/feeds/8846306688723838416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3366015057150376531&amp;postID=8846306688723838416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/8846306688723838416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/8846306688723838416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-have-not-come-to-call-righteous-but.html' title='“I Have Not Come to Call the Righteous, But Sinners”'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491965591325665741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366015057150376531.post-2136133092369016967</id><published>2009-06-02T03:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T03:23:00.384-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greece'/><title type='text'>Get Ready to be Jealous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/SipDfiaAZzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/jaUZwHDSyE8/s1600-h/Greece+1+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344158116919404338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/SipDfiaAZzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/jaUZwHDSyE8/s400/Greece+1+044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I forgot to mention (not sure how) that our team visited Mars Hill last night. It is the beautiful site where Paul preached the sermon of the unkown god in Acts 17. It is an absolutely incredible view that words can't describe, so I'm not going to try. I have pictures (which don't do it justice) that I will post soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3366015057150376531-2136133092369016967?l=muffinsformankind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/feeds/2136133092369016967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3366015057150376531&amp;postID=2136133092369016967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/2136133092369016967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/2136133092369016967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/2009/06/get-ready-to-be-jealous.html' title='Get Ready to be Jealous'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491965591325665741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/SipDfiaAZzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/jaUZwHDSyE8/s72-c/Greece+1+044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366015057150376531.post-521399794405813752</id><published>2009-06-01T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T03:40:38.785-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greece'/><title type='text'>"Not Having a Plan is Also a Plan..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm coming to realize that the Greeks really don't enjoy working according to a schedule. It's been really difficult to plan our days because we never know when we are going to be needed until that day. Plans and times constantly change and it's crucial that we're flexible - which tends to be a problem for me because I thrive on order. I have a feeling the Lord is going to use this summer to force me to let go of control and relax. The people generally stay out pretty late and, therefore, sleep in later than Americans (which not being a morning person, I can totally get used to). They also take an afternoon siesta from 3 - 5pm which means our ministry work doesn't start until the evening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We didn't begin our ministry yesterday until 6 pm! We left Pikermi at 4 pm and took two buses and two metros as means into Omonoia where we had orientation for Nea Zoi (New Life) ministry. Nea Zoi seeks to minister to women and men involved in prostitution and trafficking. They offer many services including psychological, social, and spiritual support; information about where to find legal and medical help; and advice and help for people who want to stop working in prostitution. They assist women in obtaining new jobs and offer life-skills classes. This ministry reaches out to prostitutes by consistently meeting them on the streets and in brothels where they work to develop friendships. They do this by passing out drinks, christian literature, and just engaging them in everyday conversation. It sometimes takes years to get a prostitute to even accept a drink or respond to the ministry workers. Nea Zoi has been around for 10 years and has only seen a handful of women and men come out of the industry, but they believe that they are able to show God's love by just having a consistent presence on the streets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The way our team will be helping this ministry is primarily through prayer support. When on the streets, there must be teams of at least four people - two people praying and being aware of the surroundings while the other two people talk with the prostitute. Our job will mostly be to pray and keep watch, but we may also have the opportunity to participate in conversation with English speaking prostitutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is so much more we learned about the ministry that I want to share, but I will have to do it another time because lunch is soon and I must not be late. After lunch, we are heading to the university in Athens to conduct research among students to aid in church planting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please be praying that everything we do (even the most seemingly insignifcant work) will be done for Christ. Sometimes it's difficult to get excited about work that doesn't particularly interest you or seems nominal in nature, but I know God will use all of our assignments to grow us in him. I pray that I will remember that I am here to serve and that I will be able to easily put aside my selfishishness that feels entitled to participate in certain types of ministry work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3366015057150376531-521399794405813752?l=muffinsformankind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/feeds/521399794405813752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3366015057150376531&amp;postID=521399794405813752' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/521399794405813752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/521399794405813752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-having-plan-is-also-plan.html' title='&quot;Not Having a Plan is Also a Plan...&quot;'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491965591325665741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366015057150376531.post-9120425162443642836</id><published>2009-05-31T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T03:20:20.279-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greece'/><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/SipC06VeneI/AAAAAAAAAEE/xe_XCmaaWMs/s1600-h/Greece+1+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344157384608488930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/SipC06VeneI/AAAAAAAAAEE/xe_XCmaaWMs/s320/Greece+1+017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our team finally made it to Greece last night after three days of prefield training and a long plane ride. We are staying about 45 minutes away from Athens at the Greek Bible Institute. Because it is our first day and we are still adjusting to the jetlag, we had a fairly relaxing day. We visited the First Evangelical Church of Athens this morning which is just a few blocks from the Parliament and Acropolis and across the street from the Arch of Hadrian. The service was in Greek (obviously), but we were able to listen to a translator through a headset. After church, we went to the beach with some of the students at the Bible Institute. The Aegean Sea (Mediterranean Sea) is only about a 10 minute drive from the school. It's a rocky beach, but has the most beautiful blue water you've ever seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God blessed me with an amazing team including 7 people - 5 girls and 2 boys. We spent a lot of time at prefield training in North Carolina getting to know one another and participating in team building exercises. There are many different personalities on the team, but we get along really well and together we possess a great set of strengths that will serve us well in our ministry areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food is amazing!! That's an understatement. We’ve eaten twice at a local restaurant that’s in walking distance of the school. It’s very inexpensive (we can eat for about $3) because we are not in a touristy city and they have awesome souvlakis (which is just basically a gyro) and Greek salads. The Greek salads consist of fresh tomatoes, olives, onions, and peppers topped with a huge chunk of feta cheese. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first day has been pretty relaxing, but we expect things to pick up fairly soon. They have many different ministry options for us including serving meals to refugees, working with victims of sex trafficking, university ministry, etc. I’m so excited to see what the Lord has planned for this summer and promise to keep you updated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, here is something you can be praying for…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greece is a very people-oriented country. They spend a significant amount of time building friendships and talking with each other which means long meals and slow paces. This probably sounds great to most of you, but being a task-oriented person, this will be a struggle for me. It’s often hard for me to feel like I’ve gotten anything accomplished if I’m not “doing” something. I need prayer that I will not become so focused on the assignments that I forget to value to people I meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks and love you all!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3366015057150376531-9120425162443642836?l=muffinsformankind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/feeds/9120425162443642836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3366015057150376531&amp;postID=9120425162443642836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/9120425162443642836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/9120425162443642836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491965591325665741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/SipC06VeneI/AAAAAAAAAEE/xe_XCmaaWMs/s72-c/Greece+1+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366015057150376531.post-5089938239549473143</id><published>2009-04-29T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:21:00.533-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Unpassionate Pursuits</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ever since I can remember, I wanted to be married and have a family. I was never the girl who held the typical dreams and aspirations of business successes. Instead, I dreamt of packing lunches, taxiing children around, and running errands. I desire to raise my children in Christ, enjoy a loving marriage, and run a well-organized household. And to be quite honest, I think God wants me to focus the gifts He gave me at home. To some, that may sound extremely mundane, but I love taking care of people and maintaining an orderly life. In fact, one of my secret pleasures is organizing. Seriously. I don’t know how many hours I’ve wasted writing and rewriting lists, categorizing emails, and recording appointments in my calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I still struggle with the thought of giving up the pursuit of riches. I worked incredibly hard in college to graduate with honors in accounting. I spent the better part of a year attending accounting socials and interviews to obtain an internship with a major firm. I spent three months as an intern working, on average, 75 hours per week. I accepted a job offer from one of the top 4 public accounting firms in the world. And now I’m in graduate school getting my Masters in Accounting so I can sit for the CPA exam in the fall and begin working that winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this for something I don't love! I don’t find it fulfilling and the only positive thing I see is the financial security my substantial salary could provide a family. But at this point, I have made such a large investment in this chosen career path that I grimace at the thought of giving it all up. Not because I will miss accounting, but because I will have worked so hard, just to give it all up and forgo the worldly wealth it would bring. As a Christian, my mind immediately points me to 1 Timothy 6:6-11. I know that my desire should not be for worldly wealth. I know that I should trust God to provide me with everything needed for my family. But sometimes I must remind myself that life is not just an accumulation of belongings despite popular culture constantly bombarding me with messages saying otherwise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consistently pray that God will change my heart; that I will one day embrace a new way to define success. That I will not settle for a life in which God has not called me, but will maintain the courage to strive for the fulfillment that I can only imagine will accompany the life that Christ leads me to. I long for the day that I have completely surrendered this area of my life and begin to completely trust in Him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3366015057150376531-5089938239549473143?l=muffinsformankind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/feeds/5089938239549473143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3366015057150376531&amp;postID=5089938239549473143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/5089938239549473143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/5089938239549473143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/2009/04/unpassionate-pursuits.html' title='Unpassionate Pursuits'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491965591325665741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366015057150376531.post-1644278608841480919</id><published>2009-04-01T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T17:11:59.972-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greece'/><title type='text'>Summer 2009</title><content type='html'>I will be spending two months this summer in Athens, Greece working with a team under full-time missionaries. I will have the opportunity to work with refugees and immigrants, as well as working in drug rehab centers and doing university ministry. I am so excited about this opportunity that God has blessed me with! Please pray that I will be able to fully raise my funds and that God will prepare my heart for this trip. I’ll keep you updated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3366015057150376531-1644278608841480919?l=muffinsformankind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/feeds/1644278608841480919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3366015057150376531&amp;postID=1644278608841480919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/1644278608841480919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/1644278608841480919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/2009/04/summer-2009.html' title='Summer 2009'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491965591325665741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366015057150376531.post-6020053191283205805</id><published>2009-03-10T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T14:01:49.735-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc.'/><title type='text'>Malachi 3:3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I received a forward today from my best friend. I've read it before, but it's a great analogy and I wanted to share.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Malachi 3:3 says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"He sits as a refiner and purifier of silver."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This verse puzzled some women in a Bible study and they wondered what this statement meant about the character and nature of God. One of the women offered to find out the process of refining silver and get back to the group at their next Bible Study. That week, the woman called a silversmith and made an appointment to watch him at work. She didn't mention anything about the reason for her interest beyond her curiosity about the process of refining silver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As she watched the silversmith, he held a piece of silver over the fire and let it heat up. He explained that in refining silver, one needed to hold the silver in the middle of the fire where the flames were hottest as to burn away all the impurities. The woman thought about God holding us in such a hot spot; then she thought again about the verse that says:"He sits as a refiner and purifier of silver."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She asked the silversmith if it was true that he had to sit there in front of the fire the whole time the silver was being refined. The man answered that yes, he not only had to sit there holding the silver, but he had to keep his eyes on the silver the entire time it was in the fire. If the silver was left a moment too long in the flames, it would be destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The woman was silent for a moment. Then she asked the silversmith, "How do you know when the silver is fully refined?" He smiled at her and answered, "Oh, that's easy -- when I see my image in it." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If today you are feeling the heat of the fire, remember that God has His eye on you and will keep watching you until He sees His image in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3366015057150376531-6020053191283205805?l=muffinsformankind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/feeds/6020053191283205805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3366015057150376531&amp;postID=6020053191283205805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/6020053191283205805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/6020053191283205805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/2009/03/malachi-33.html' title='Malachi 3:3'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491965591325665741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366015057150376531.post-6902044131257952235</id><published>2009-03-04T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T17:21:53.811-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc.'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Stories of Brokeness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.iamsecond.com/#/seconds/Nate_Larkin/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.iamsecond.com/#/seconds/Nate_Larkin/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the others, too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3366015057150376531-6902044131257952235?l=muffinsformankind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/feeds/6902044131257952235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3366015057150376531&amp;postID=6902044131257952235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/6902044131257952235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/6902044131257952235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/2009/03/beautiful-stories-of-brokeness.html' title='Beautiful Stories of Brokeness'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491965591325665741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366015057150376531.post-1488013774595897712</id><published>2009-03-04T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T13:00:50.470-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sermons'/><title type='text'>Prosperity Gospel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amazing Video:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PTc_FoELt8s"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PTc_FoELt8s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3366015057150376531-1488013774595897712?l=muffinsformankind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/feeds/1488013774595897712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3366015057150376531&amp;postID=1488013774595897712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/1488013774595897712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/1488013774595897712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/2009/03/prosperity-gospel.html' title='Prosperity Gospel'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491965591325665741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366015057150376531.post-3678017260407513593</id><published>2009-03-02T13:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:21:30.434-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>God's Sovereignty vs. Man's Responsibility</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In recent weeks, I have been wrestling to reconcile God’s sovereignty to human responsibility. God’s sovereignty is declared throughout the Bible (Luke 18:27 and 1:37, John 3:27 and 6:44 and 15:16, Ephesians 1:4-5). However, the Bible is also clear that man has the ability to make choices and is, consequently, responsible for those choices (Genesis 3, Proverbs 22:8 and 14:23 and 6:32 and 11:18, Hosea 10:12, Job 4:8…and the list goes on). But where do these two truths intersect? How does God’s control not supersede the free will of man? It seems, at first glance, that one can not believe both of these biblical truths. That for one to be true, the other must be false. After all, if God is sovereign over man’s actions, how can man be blamed for his sin? If God is sovereign, why do we make choices? Why try to be good? Why pray? Why evangelize?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It occurred to me that this attitude of indifferent fatalism – the view that God controls everything, therefore we can do nothing – is flawed and logically impossible, for “doing nothing” is a choice within itself! When presented with alternatives, which we constantly are, we are forced to make a choices. If someone offers me a red shirt or a blue shirt, there are four possible results: the red shirt, the blue shirt, both or neither. Even refusing to make the decision, resulting in neither shirt, is a choice in and of itself. Therefore, it is impossible not to make choices and I cannot use God’s sovereignty as justification to sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, because we must choose to either live righteously or live immorally, we can’t conclude that God’s sovereignty would logically lead to a sinful life instead of a godly one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christians do not pray in an effort to coerce or control God, but rather as an expression of one’s own inadequacy and dependency on God. If God is sovereign and predestines, then perhaps the prayer is just as much predestined as is the outcome of that prayer. Furthermore, God has graciously invited us into a relationship with Him which can only be fostered through prayer. God commands us to pray (1 Thes. 5:17) and so it was modeled to us by Christ (Mark 1:35, Luke 5:15-16). If Jesus, who is God, prayed to His Father, how much more do I need to be in prayer with my Father?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order for me to understand the purpose that evangelism serves, I must first understand what evangelism is not. First, evangelism is not man convincing others of God’s existence. Rather it is God who opens and softens our heart to him, for apart from God, man is willfully ignorant of these things (2 Peter 3:5). Second, evangelism is not persuading man of his sinfulness. Again, it is God himself who convicts man of his sin. Lastly, we cannot convince man of his need for faith in the Savior. We can speak of our own experiences and the importance of Christ in our lives, but it is God alone who births these works in man. Although we cannot, by our own merit, bring others to Christ, we can be used as tools to lead unbelievers to Christ (1 Cor 3:6-8). God commands us in Scripture to evangelize (Matt 28:19-20, Acts 1:8, 1 Thes. 2:4) and offers us guidance on what this looks like. First, we should participate in intercessory prayer for other’s (Ezekiel 22:30-31, Exodus 32:7-14). Second, we must live out our faith, being an example for others. We are Christ’s ambassadors and have the opportunity to show other’s Christ through our behavior (2 Corinthians 5:20). Lastly, we must verbally share our faith (1 Peter 3:15, Matt 28:19-20).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.I. Packer stated as the root cause for rejecting the validity of these two truths, “a reluctance to recognize the existence of mystery and to let God be wiser than men, and a consequent subjecting of Scripture to the supposed demands of human logic.” After much research and prayer, I have concluded that, though I do not completely understand the subject of God’s sovereignty and human responsibility, I will not let it destroy my peace. God has revealed to us, through His word, all that we need to know (Deuteronomy 29:29). The rest is for Him to know. God spoke through his prophet Isaiah, “For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are My ways higher than your ways, and My thoughts than your thoughts” (Isa. 55:9). Not only will I not let it destroy my peace, but I will (try to) delight in God’s mystery. Who am I to understand the holy God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3366015057150376531-3678017260407513593?l=muffinsformankind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/feeds/3678017260407513593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3366015057150376531&amp;postID=3678017260407513593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/3678017260407513593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/3678017260407513593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/2009/03/gods-sovereignty-vs-mans-responsibility_02.html' title='God&apos;s Sovereignty vs. Man&apos;s Responsibility'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491965591325665741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366015057150376531.post-441188521724120790</id><published>2009-02-04T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T17:18:33.390-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>Black Bean and Corn Salsa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Black Bean and Corn Salsa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;1 (15 oz.) can black beans, rinsed and drained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1 small can chopped jalapenos, with juice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1 small can corn, rinsed and drained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2 tomatoes, chopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1 avocado, chopped &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;handful of chopped cilantro&lt;br /&gt;garlic and salt, to taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1 lime squeezed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3-4 tablespoons of salad vinegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;Mix all ingredients together. Refrigerate until ready to serve. Serve with Tostitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL TIME: 25 minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3366015057150376531-441188521724120790?l=muffinsformankind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/feeds/441188521724120790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3366015057150376531&amp;postID=441188521724120790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/441188521724120790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/441188521724120790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/2009/02/black-bean-and-corn-salsa.html' title='Black Bean and Corn Salsa'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491965591325665741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366015057150376531.post-5175251124121750697</id><published>2009-02-04T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T17:11:00.915-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sermons'/><title type='text'>Celebrate You!</title><content type='html'>This is a great message on overcoming frustrations with your life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joycemeyer.org/ourministries/broadcast/"&gt;http://www.joycemeyer.org/ourministries/broadcast/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3366015057150376531-5175251124121750697?l=muffinsformankind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/feeds/5175251124121750697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3366015057150376531&amp;postID=5175251124121750697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/5175251124121750697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/5175251124121750697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/2009/02/celebrate-you.html' title='Celebrate You!'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491965591325665741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366015057150376531.post-7605814208001938982</id><published>2009-01-29T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T08:25:13.085-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Psalm 46:10</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life is busy. There are endless decisions to make, errands to run, and work to complete. Every time I cross one item off my to-do list, I add two more. Sometimes I feel like I am on a never-ending treadmill that is completely draining.  I have come to the realization that life is never going to &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; be busy. Even the time I spend with God often feels rushed. I have to choose to make time for the things that are most important to me. If I don’t, no one else will.   Recently I caught a glimpse of what it is like to find peace while just being still in God’s presence and I crave more.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After working out one morning, I sat on a sidewalk near my house with worship music playing softly in the background. I just sat there reflecting on God’s grace, love and kindness. It was an amazing feeling.  For a brief time, I did not worry about the things going on around me and enjoyed not feeling the need to be in control. This would have been near impossible for me in the recent past. Being still made me feel anxious and unproductive. I would try to sit on my bed and not think of anything, but my mind would always wander to the mountain of “to-do’s” waiting to be done. Although I am not an expert (yet), I am learning how to just enjoy being with God.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God commands us to “Be still, and know that I am God”(Psalm 46:10).  The psalmists were fully aware of the earthly trials and distractions that humans encounter and the uncertainties of life (Psalm 46: 2-3). Spiritual peace does not come from the absence of other things to think and worry about. God does not promise a trouble or stress-free life when following Christ. Instead, spiritual peace comes from a sense of knowing that God is in control and that He has intervened on our behalf. He alone can fully and completely satisfy our every need and desire.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So when the craziness of life threatens my sanity and I am uncertain about life decisions, I will try to remember to be still and bring my life’s stress to God.  Jesus conquered death…so He can certainly handle any difficulty that I might be facing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3366015057150376531-7605814208001938982?l=muffinsformankind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/feeds/7605814208001938982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3366015057150376531&amp;postID=7605814208001938982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/7605814208001938982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/7605814208001938982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/2009/01/psalm-4610.html' title='Psalm 46:10'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491965591325665741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366015057150376531.post-2172854111471287084</id><published>2009-01-10T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T19:22:51.861-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sermons'/><title type='text'>Is birth control a sin?</title><content type='html'>I thought this sermon by Mark Driscoll (Mars Hill Church) on birth control was both informative and interesting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://odeo.com/episodes/22088339-Sermon-Is-Birth-Control-a-Sin"&gt;http://odeo.com/episodes/22088339-Sermon-Is-Birth-Control-a-Sin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3366015057150376531-2172854111471287084?l=muffinsformankind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/feeds/2172854111471287084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3366015057150376531&amp;postID=2172854111471287084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/2172854111471287084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/2172854111471287084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-birth-control-sin.html' title='Is birth control a sin?'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491965591325665741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366015057150376531.post-347270456261657479</id><published>2008-12-18T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T19:00:41.112-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Be Salty.</title><content type='html'>“Be wise in the way you act towards outsiders; make the most of every opportunity. Let your conversation be always full of grace, seasoned with salt, so that you may know how to answer everyone.”   - Colossians 4: 5-6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul warns us to be particular in our exchanges with non-believers. He says that we should take advantage of every opportunity to share Christ with the utmost care. I love that Paul says our conversations with non-believers (and believers, for that matter) should be “seasoned with salt.” Today, salt is used to add flavor to food, but in Paul’s day it was used as a preservative. Although today’s use of salt would still work as a metaphor (as in be tasteful with your words), Paul is telling us to choose words which will prevent moral decay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This message is so important because Christians are often watched and judged more closely than non-believers. We all know people who have written-off Christianity due to bad experiences they’ve had with Christians. As Christ-followers, we need to remember that we are ambassadors for Christ. We are His ears, mouth, eyes, etc. Everything we do and say reflects our Heavenly Father. While we aren’t perfect, we ought to be thoughtful in both the actions and words we choose.  Are we choosing words that are salty and will lead others to know Christ? Or are we choosing destructive, unkind, vulgar words that will make an incorrect lasting impression on Him?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3366015057150376531-347270456261657479?l=muffinsformankind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/feeds/347270456261657479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3366015057150376531&amp;postID=347270456261657479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/347270456261657479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/347270456261657479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/2008/12/be-salty.html' title='Be Salty.'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491965591325665741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366015057150376531.post-3780461195450730845</id><published>2008-12-16T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:18:29.227-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>Vegetarian Chili</title><content type='html'>My mom and I made vegetarian chili for dinner last week. I was skeptical of the whole soy-meat thing, but it turned out to be really good. You can't even tell it's not meat...I promise...even ask my step-dad, he still doesn't know :) But if you must, replace the vegetarian meat with ground turkey. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegetarian Chili&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp. olive oil&lt;br /&gt;½ medium onion, chopped&lt;br /&gt;2 bay leaves&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. ground cumin&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp. dried oregano&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;2 stalks celery, chopped&lt;br /&gt;1 zucchini, chopped&lt;br /&gt;2 green bell peppers, chopped&lt;br /&gt;2 jalapeno peppers, chopped&lt;br /&gt;3 cloves garlic, chopped&lt;br /&gt;2 (4 oz.) cans chopped green chile peppers, drained&lt;br /&gt;2 (12 oz.) pkg. frozen vegetarian burger meat crumbles, thawed&lt;br /&gt;3 (28 oz.) cans whole tomatoes, crushed by hand&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp. chili powder&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp. ground black pepper&lt;br /&gt;1 (15 oz) can kidney beans, drained&lt;br /&gt;1 (15 oz) can garbanzo beans, drained&lt;br /&gt;1 (15 oz) can black beans, undrained &lt;br /&gt;1 (15 oz) can whole kernel corn, undrained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;Heat olive oil in large pot over medium heat. Stir in onions and first 4 spices. Cook and stir until onions are tender. Mix in next 6 vegetable ingredients. When vegetables are heated through, mix in the vegetarian burger meat. Reduce heat to low, cover pot, and simmer for 5 minutes. Mix in the remaining ingredients, except the corn. Bring to a boil and then reduce heat to low, simmering for 45 minutes. Stir in corn and continue cooking for 5 minutes before serving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL TIME: 1 hour 15 minutes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3366015057150376531-3780461195450730845?l=muffinsformankind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/feeds/3780461195450730845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3366015057150376531&amp;postID=3780461195450730845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/3780461195450730845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/3780461195450730845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/2008/12/vegetarian-chili.html' title='Vegetarian Chili'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491965591325665741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366015057150376531.post-4139415121393762954</id><published>2008-12-15T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:19:17.855-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>A Lesson on Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>I’ve never particularly had a problem forgiving other people. I find the negativity of disliking people exhausting and only more exhausting is the continuous effort involved in holding grudges. However, when I mess up, it’s a different story.  I find it very difficult to forgive myself. Instead of clinging to God’s grace, I work tirelessly to convince myself that God is going to withhold blessings or punish me in some manner. Consequently, I end up feeling unworthy to come before God, rather than acknowledging that I too, am in need of a Savior. Recently, I read “Every Woman’s Battle” by Shannon Ethridge in which the author offered these sobering words: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do you know what you are saying about the blood that Jesus shed for you when you refuse to forgive yourself for your past? You are saying that His blood wasn’t good enough for you. It didn’t have enough power to cleanse you.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I had never thought about it this way. I always imagined God feeling better that I couldn’t forgive myself, and hopefully having pity on me. I imagined His thinking, “She’s too hard on herself.” Rather, I’ve come to realize that I am insulting my Heavenly Father by imagining He is not big enough to wash me clean. Ethridge went on to illustrate Jesus opening a prison door and allowing the prisoner the choice to walk out. He offers forgiveness to all who are bound by the chains of sin.  However, each must choose to accept freedom for themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a society where almost nothing is free, it’s hard to accept this gift without feeling the need for repayment. I usually promise future good deeds.  But this week, I’m going to make a change.  I’m not setting myself up for failure by expecting a total transformation of my old ways, but I’m making a small step in the hope that with each step, I get closer to a new me.  This week, I will bring my sins immediately to Christ and ask forgiveness, rather than wallowing in shame. I will remind myself daily that “righteousness from God comes through faith in Jesus Christ to all who believe. There is no difference, for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, and are justified freely by His grace through the redemption that came by Christ Jesus” (Romans 3:22-24). This week I will not offer God my miserably inadequate works in exchange for forgiveness, but will attempt to accept it both freely and gratefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3366015057150376531-4139415121393762954?l=muffinsformankind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/feeds/4139415121393762954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3366015057150376531&amp;postID=4139415121393762954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/4139415121393762954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/4139415121393762954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/2008/12/lesson-on-forgiveness.html' title='A Lesson on Forgiveness'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491965591325665741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366015057150376531.post-834346933885194336</id><published>2008-12-10T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:18:56.358-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc.'/><title type='text'>Volunteer Opportunity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For anyone who lives in the Atlanta area that is interested in ministering to the homeless, I have a great suggestion. Periodically, I've worked with a ministry called Seven Bridges, based in Smyrna. Weekly, volunteers visit homeless people living under 7 different bridges in Atlanta. Volunteers hand out sack lunches, blankets, gloves, and anything else the homeless may need. They also have the opportunity to talk and pray with the homeless, when requested. It is a really neat experience. You will never look at a bridge the same again. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.7bridgestorecovery.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.7bridgestorecovery.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of pictures from under the bridges:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/ST_ZfrgpywI/AAAAAAAAACA/iJHN1N34tHs/s1600-h/Bridges+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278176426580364034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/ST_ZfrgpywI/AAAAAAAAACA/iJHN1N34tHs/s320/Bridges+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/ST_Zf_fr5xI/AAAAAAAAACI/uIOHRlK3x2w/s1600-h/Bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278176431945017106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/ST_Zf_fr5xI/AAAAAAAAACI/uIOHRlK3x2w/s320/Bridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3366015057150376531-834346933885194336?l=muffinsformankind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/feeds/834346933885194336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3366015057150376531&amp;postID=834346933885194336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/834346933885194336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/834346933885194336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/2008/12/for-anyone-who-lives-in-atlanta-area.html' title='Volunteer Opportunity'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491965591325665741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/ST_ZfrgpywI/AAAAAAAAACA/iJHN1N34tHs/s72-c/Bridges+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366015057150376531.post-4619414389544514673</id><published>2008-12-09T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:19:17.855-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>It's not about giving more, but about giving for a different reason...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My  mom gives me a lot more credit than I deserve.  When she initially suggested regularly making muffins for the homeless, I wasn't exactly enthusiastic. After all, I started taking a PB&amp;amp;J sandwich with me to class primarily so I wouldn't feel pressured to give money. I knew exactly what would happen if I started giving out money.  I would be broke and the money would likely be used for alcohol or drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day after day I passed homeless people begging for money. One time I offered something to eat, and received the response, "If it doesn't have alcohol in it, I don't want it." That was irritating. Why should I spend my time and money trying to help people that didn't want to help themselves?  I saw myself becoming less and less sensitive to the needs of the homeless and I hated how I felt. I knew in my head that God commands us to feed the hungry, I just didn't feel it in my heart. What happened to me?  I used to be so passionate about the less-fortunate. Going to school downtown was sucking the compassion right out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so coincidentally, three weeks later God spoke to me through my pastor, Andy Stanley (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://northpoint.org/messages"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://northpoint.org/messages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; - Confessions of a Fixer). Andy spoke about all the reasons why people give.  Some give for the tax deduction or to make themselves feel better, among other reasons. But the reason that resonated with me was to fix a problem or make a situation better. I give to charitable causes because I want to make someone's life better. Not that that's a bad reason to give, but it isn't the primary reason to which we should give. As Christians, we should give because God gives to us, because we want to be like our Father, and because God commands us. God tells us (Isaiah 58:7) to feed the hungry. That means that you feed the hungry...not feed the hungry &lt;em&gt;if&lt;/em&gt; they want to cooperate with your plan to fix their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I knew what I had to do. I had to feed the homeless. And you know what?  As I started feeding them and talking to them, I began to feel more compassionate. I began giving with a glad heart. I felt happy to give, not only to those who are grateful (Luke 6:33), but to those who are unappreciative and those who have no desire to improve their lives.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, there must be no distinction between the deserving and undeserving, because God made no distinction when He sent His son to die for us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3366015057150376531-4619414389544514673?l=muffinsformankind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/feeds/4619414389544514673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3366015057150376531&amp;postID=4619414389544514673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/4619414389544514673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/4619414389544514673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-not-about-giving-more-but-about.html' title='It&apos;s not about giving more, but about giving for a different reason...'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491965591325665741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366015057150376531.post-1661421676017320587</id><published>2008-11-21T15:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:18:56.358-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc.'/><title type='text'>Meet Terry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Meet Terry. After passing out a dozen pumpkin muffins (which Terry turned up his nose at), I finally convinced him to let me take his photograph. And I mean finally. He was concerned, among other things, that his picture would end up in the AJC (Atlanta Journal Constitution). It wasn't until I told him that my mom wanted to see his picture, that he rec&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/SSdQMDGSzsI/AAAAAAAAABY/2CgOTOnC2Ls/s1600-h/Homeless+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271270056780811970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/SSdQMDGSzsI/AAAAAAAAABY/2CgOTOnC2Ls/s320/Homeless+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;luctantly agreed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure if this dude was homeless, but he sure did enjoy the muffins!! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/SSdQR5V9XkI/AAAAAAAAABg/Zd0V5ctPSXo/s1600-h/Homeless+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271270157241376322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/SSdQR5V9XkI/AAAAAAAAABg/Zd0V5ctPSXo/s320/Homeless+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/SSdSEEDAVTI/AAAAAAAAABo/yhQPQJ8KNto/s1600-h/Homeless+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/SSdQR5V9XkI/AAAAAAAAABg/Zd0V5ctPSXo/s1600-h/Homeless+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and by the way, this picture is for sale....any take&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271272118619755826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/SSdSEEDAVTI/AAAAAAAAABo/yhQPQJ8KNto/s320/Homeless+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;rs??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3366015057150376531-1661421676017320587?l=muffinsformankind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/feeds/1661421676017320587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3366015057150376531&amp;postID=1661421676017320587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/1661421676017320587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366015057150376531/posts/default/1661421676017320587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muffinsformankind.blogspot.com/2008/11/meet-terry.html' title='Meet Terry.'/><author><name>Mallory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491965591325665741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qnZMMNDiGBg/SSdQMDGSzsI/AAAAAAAAABY/2CgOTOnC2Ls/s72-c/Homeless+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366015057150376531.post-6764277978663131486</id><published>2008-11-20T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:18:29.227-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>But for the grace of God, there go I...</title><content type='html'>Ok, so this is the history of the muffins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After graduating from college, Mallory moved home from Alabama to begin the second leg of her college schooling...her Master's Degree. Since we live 30 miles or so north of Atlanta and there was a raging gas shortage going on, she decided to start taking mass transit - MARTA. Walking to and from the train station, Mallory would pass many homeless people.  Having been blessed with a caring heart, an extra peanut butter and jelly sandwich was made and served with a bag of chips or whatever was abundant in our pantry. However, it didn't take long before there were more homeless people than a student can afford peanut butter for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, one day, Terry happened. Terry was a regular recipient of whatever leftovers Mallory could find. He showed his appreciation by singing to her and chaperoning her on her walk to keep her safe (from the other homeless?). He also spoke to her heart about the plight of the homeless in downtown Atlanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mallory shared, with me, her desire to make a difference.  Together we decided that we can't solve world hunger, but we can make a contribution toward the betterment of mankind through something small...like a muffin. Who doesn't like a homemade muffin made with wholesome ingredients and lots of love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To date, we've made a batch of fruity granola muffins with a little too much applesauce. One good thing about baking for the homeless - they love it all! Our second batch was a recipe from the Food Blogga (foodblogga.blogspot.com/). These were de-lish-ous! We followed that up with another of the Food Blogga's recipes for healthy scones. Only problem is we were getting a little too full of ourselves, as potential world class bakers, and forgot the sugar....and the vanilla. Still, we thought they were OK. We'll see what Terry thinks tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, we made sugar free pumpkin muffins. All the recipes are below. Don't forget the sugar and vanilla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health Nut Muffins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;1 cup all purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;1 cup whole wheat flour&lt;br /&gt;3 tbsp. flaxseed&lt;br /&gt;1 ½ tsp. baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1/8 tsp. ground cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;½ tsp. ground nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;1 cup low fat buttermilk&lt;br /&gt;3 tbsp. honey&lt;br /&gt;1 cup light brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;4 tbsp. smart balance butter substitute, melted&lt;br /&gt;1 large egg&lt;br /&gt;2 egg whites&lt;br /&gt;¼ cup golden raisins&lt;br /&gt;¼ cup coarsely chopped toasted walnuts&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp. sunflower seeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;Place rack in center of oven. Preheat to 375 degrees. Grease 12 muffin pan. Combine flours, flaxseeds, baking soda, salt, nutmeg and cinnamon in large bowl and stir well. In a separate bowl, combine buttermilk, honey, sugar, smart balance, and eggs. Whisk well. Add to flour mixture and stir just until combined. Fold in raisins, walnuts, and half flower seeds. Spoon batter evenly into 12 muffin cups. Sprinkle remaining sunflower seeds on top. Bake 16 – 18 minutes or until tops are golden and cake tester comesout clean. Transfer to rack to cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL TIME: 35 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart Healthy Date, Fennel, and Pistachio Scones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 3/4 cups all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;2 Tbsp sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;6 Tbsp Smart Balance, chilled (butter substitute)&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup non-fat cottage cheese&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup low-fat buttermilk&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp orange zest&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp pure vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;1 cup fresh Medjool dates, coarsely chopped (about 10-12)&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbsp fennel seeds, toasted&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup pistachios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Optional egg wash for top of scones: 1 egg, lightly beaten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 425 degrees. Place oven rack in the middle of the oven. To toast the fennel seeds, add to a dry skillet over medium heat for 1-2 minutes, until aromatic. Remove from heat and set aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a bowl, whisk cottage cheese, buttermilk, and vanilla; set aside. In another bowl, mix dry ingredients: flour, sugar, baking powder, baking soda, and salt. Add chilled butter (in small pieces), and mix with a pastry blender or fork, until a coarse meal forms with tiny pea-sized butter pieces. Mix in orange zest, dates, fennel seeds, and pistachios. Add the buttermilk mixture to the flour mixture and, using a fork, mix until just combined. Do not over mix or the dough will become leaden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using a floured surface, shape the dough into a disk, about 1/2-inch thick. With a wet knife (to make slicing easier) cut the dough into 8 triangular shaped scones. Place scones on a parchment paper-lined baking sheet leaving about 2 inches between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If using, then brush egg wash over the tops of the scones before baking. Otherwise, place in oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake scones 15 minutes, or until puffed and golden. Once baked, transfer to a rack to cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar-Free Pumpkin Muffins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 and 3/4 cups of whole wheat flour&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp ground cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp ground nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs, lightly beaten ( or 4 egg whites)&lt;br /&gt;1 cup canned pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup canola oil&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup apple sauce&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup honey&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup water&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup raisins (or coconut, seeds, nuts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix wet and dry ingredients separately, then mix together until combined. 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