Spaghetti for the Soul: A Feast of Faith, Hope and Love

"Spaghetti for the Soul" is written by two immensely likable, completely unaffected, and delightfully candid women. They share biblical insights, heartfelt personal experiences, delicious recipes (more about that in a minute), and adorable anecdotes. The book has a nice rhythm and easily flows back and forth between Lofaro and Troccoli. "Spaghetti" covers many subjects that are close to a woman's heart. I cried when Kathy wrote of feeding orphans in India, but a few pages later I found myself giggling as Ellie shared her secret to being happily married to her husband Frank all these years (it has something to do with her being gone almost every weekend of the year). I marveled at the story of Ellie's broken back, and was deeply touched as Kathy shared about her recovery from bulimia and depression. But in my opinion, the most powerful section of "Spaghetti for the Soul" is found in chapter 3 where Troccoli and Lofaro write about how to share Christ with others. What powerful billboards we can be for a risen Savior. But how will they know if we don't care enough to share? We realize that in these days when tolerance is one of our society's highest values, it has become fashionable to be intolerant of those who want to talk about their faith. But God's love working in and through us compels us to share our faith with those whose souls are hungry for truth. For example, I (Ellie) once searched out a funky art studio near the harbor of historic Alexandria, just south of DC. I was there to have a broken but valuable glass sculpture repaired by a master artisan. As he administered fire, water, sand, and chemicals to my prized piece of glass, he told me his story. He'd been a struggling artist for many years until he created a shrine to the "Glass Goddess" in his backyard. He leaned a bottle of gin against the handcrafted idol and "soon learned that she was a party animal." He told me he replaced the gin bottle every month, and the studio has increased in business ever since. And I shouldn't share my story? On a two-hour flight I found myself next to a young man covered in piercings and tattoos. When I sincerely inquired as to the meaning of some, the nineteen-year-old gladly described for me his convoluted, narcissistic, hedonistic, white-supremacist worldview. And I shouldn't share my story? A friend introduced me to a beautiful and intelligent woman who enjoys all the trimmings and accoutrements of suburban life. Or does she? After several social encounters, it became painfully evident that she was gripped with fear, feeling trapped in a loveless marriage and resorting to harmful habits to numb the pain from living a masquerade. She sincerely hoped her husband would have an affair so that she could leave and feel exonerated. She stays because of the kids. And I shouldn't share my story? As I read that section of "Spaghetti for the Soul" I realized just how difficult and complicated we sometimes make evangelism. But just sharing my story? I

I could hardly wait to delve into this book for three reasons: First, I love the Lord. Second, I love cooking. Third, I love good Italian food. Kathy Troccoli and Elie Lofaro allow readers to peek into their spiritual, family, and culinary lives. The beginning of the book compares spaghetti to a filling Spiritual life and to a life of over indulgence. Each Chapter ends with Thoughts To Noodle On, questions to make you think. Each chapter also includes a Let's Dish About... section. One of the sections was on Taming The Tongue. You cannot find a topic that is more poignant. The recipes are great; they have simplified them for people like me. Such as using a box of spaghetti rather than making homemade. Spaghetti For The Soul is a feast for the soul.