Rhubarb grows with ease; shows up every year just like clockwork. I trim the rhubarb stalks, (NEVER EAT THE LEAVES! They are poisonous!) Cut it in ½ inch pieces and stew it up with a bit of water. After it cools completely, I add artificial sweetener. Some people add sugar or honey instead. Ta-da! Dessert is ready!
Adventurous folks like strawberry rhubarb or cherry rhubarb pie. They work well together because the rhubarb is so sour and the berries sweet. They balance each other out.
The word itself is funny: rue-barb. What barbs do you rue? What unkind things have we spouted out of our mouths lately? What have we said that sounded sweet but was tempered with underlying sour?
If we truly rue those cutting remarks, those stinging words, we need to apologize to the people we barbed and to God.
Woe to you Pharisees, because you give God a tenth of your mint, rue, and all other kinds of garden herbs, but you neglect justice and the love of God. You should have practiced the latter without leaving the former undone. (Luke 11:42)
Prayer – Father God, when I said _________________ to ________________ I was foolish and thoughtless. Forgive me, Lord and give ________________the grace to forgive me too. In Jesus’ name. Amen