Scored Potatoes

[Psst…don’t forget tomorrow’s Recipe Round Up. See details at the bottom of this post.] 

 

 

 

• 4 large baking potatoes
• 2 tablespoons butter, melted
• 1/8 teaspoon paprika
• 1 tablespoon minced fresh parsley
• Salt and pepper to taste

1. Take a sharp knife and cut the potatoes in half lengthwise. Slice each half widthwise part of the way through six times. Fan the slices a little.

   Place scored potatoes in a shallow baking pan. Brush them with 1 tablespoon melted butter. Sprinkle them with paprika, parsley, salt and pepper.
   

   Bake, uncovered, at 350° for 50 minutes or until tender. When tender, drizzle with remaining butter and serve. 

Makes four servings. This is yet another recipe from Taste of Home magazine.

I served these Sunday night with oven fried chicken drumsticks. It’s a convenient combination because both dishes bake for about the same amount of time.

This recipe is posted in preparation for tomorrow’s Recipe Round Up: The Side Dish Edition at The Accidental Pastor’s Wife. Why don’t you post your favorite side dish recipe and give the link to Julie in the comments of the post linked above?

I’ve posted the recipe to another of my favorite potato side dishes, Baked Mashed Potatoes, here.

Poetry of the Cross: Jesus of the Scars

If we have never sought, we seek Thee now;
Thine eyes burn through the dark, our only stars;
We must have sight of thorn-pricks on Thy brow;
We must have Thee, O Jesus of the Scars.

The heavens frighten us; they are too calm;
In all the universe we have no place.
Our wounds are hurting us; where is the balm?
Lord Jesus, by Thy Scars we claim Thy grace.

If when the doors are shut, Thou drawest near,
Only reveal those hands, that side of Thine;
We know today what wounds are; have no fear;
Show us Thy Scars; we know the countersign.

The other gods were strong, but Thou wast weak;
They rode, but Thou didst stumble to a throne;
But to our wounds only God’s wounds can speak,
And not a god has wounds, but Thou alone.

—-Rev. Edward Shillito

Congregationalist minister Edward Shillito wrote this poem from the viewpoint of the maimed and suffering British soldiers returning from WWI.

More Poetry of the Cross

• Brandon at Siris: One of my favorite cross poems from one of my favorite poets.
  

You are welcome to join me in my celebration of Poetry of the Cross if you wish. Just post a cross-centered poem any day of this week (or every day of this week) and send me the link to your poem. I’ll link back to your poem in the next Poetry of the Cross post.

Sunday's Hymn: Poetry of the Cross

Every day this week I’ll be posting a poem of the cross, starting today and running through next Saturday. Since it’s Sunday, I’ve chosen a hymn as my first poem. These words are attributed to Ber­nard of Clair­vaux, who lived a very long time ago, from 1091-1153. The poem was translated from Latin to English by James W. Alexander.

 

O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

O sacred Head, now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down,
Now scornfully surrounded with thorns, Thine only crown;
O sacred Head, what glory, what bliss till now was Thine!
Yet, though despised and gory, I joy to call Thee mine.

What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered, was all for sinners’ gain;
Mine, mine was the transgression, but Thine the deadly pain.
Lo, here I fall, my Savior! ’Tis I deserve Thy place;
Look on me with Thy favor, vouchsafe to me Thy grace.

Men mock and taunt and jeer Thee, Thou noble countenance,
Though mighty worlds shall fear Thee and flee before Thy glance.
How art thou pale with anguish, with sore abuse and scorn!
How doth Thy visage languish that once was bright as morn!

Now from Thy cheeks has vanished their color once so fair;
From Thy red lips is banished the splendor that was there.
Grim death, with cruel rigor, hath robbed Thee of Thy life;
Thus Thou hast lost Thy vigor, Thy strength in this sad strife.

My burden in Thy Passion, Lord, Thou hast borne for me,
For it was my transgression which brought this woe on Thee.
I cast me down before Thee, wrath were my rightful lot;
Have mercy, I implore Thee; Redeemer, spurn me not!

What language shall I borrow to thank Thee, dearest friend,
For this Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end?
O make me Thine forever, and should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never outlive my love to Thee.

My Shepherd, now receive me; my Guardian, own me Thine.
Great blessings Thou didst give me, O source of gifts divine.
Thy lips have often fed me with words of truth and love;
Thy Spirit oft hath led me to heavenly joys above.

Here I will stand beside Thee, from Thee I will not part;
O Savior, do not chide me! When breaks Thy loving heart,
When soul and body languish in death’s cold, cruel grasp,
Then, in Thy deepest anguish, Thee in mine arms I’ll clasp.

The joy can never be spoken, above all joys beside,
When in Thy body broken I thus with safety hide.
O Lord of Life, desiring Thy glory now to see,
Beside Thy cross expiring, I’d breathe my soul to Thee.

My Savior, be Thou near me when death is at my door;
Then let Thy presence cheer me, forsake me nevermore!
When soul and body languish, oh, leave me not alone,
But take away mine anguish by virtue of Thine own!

Be Thou my consolation, my shield when I must die;
Remind me of Thy passion when my last hour draws nigh.
Mine eyes shall then behold Thee, upon Thy cross shall dwell,
My heart by faith enfolds Thee. Who dieth thus dies well.

 

Would you believe that one of the the loveliest renditions of this beautiful hymn on YouTube is done by the Fayette Middle School World Percussion Ensemble? (If you want to hear the words sung, I suggest this choir anthem at Ashland Grace Brethren Church done only a couple of weeks ago.)

 

 

You are welcome to join me in my celebration of Poetry of the Cross if you wish. Just post a cross-centered poem any day of this week (or every day of this week) and send me the link to your poem. I’ll link back to your poem in the next Poetry of the Cross post.

 

Other hymns, worship songs, etc. posted today:

• The Sunday Next Before Easter at Magic Statistics
• Fairest Lord Jesus at The Happy Wonderer
• Blessing and Honor and Glory and Power at Hiraeth
  
• Ride On! Ride on in Majesty at Seasoning of the Heart
• All the Way My Saviour Leads Me at Whatever Things…
• Jesus, Keep Me Near the Cross at Field Stone Cottage
• Lord’s Day 11, 2008 at The Thirsty Theologian
  

Have you posted a hymn this Sunday and I missed it? Let me know by leaving a link in the comments or by emailing me at the address in the sidebar and I’ll add your post to the list.