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	<title>Comments on: Trudging Along</title>
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	<description>No deep thoughts here...try somewhere else.</description>
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		<title>By: Jake</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jake</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Feb 2009 18:37:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Sit on the shoulders of someone who cares for you more than you care for them.

I feel that this is a brilliant statement because if you want to be serious and theological, no one can out-love Jesus.  On the other hand, I have some dumb cousins that don't have anything better to do.</description>
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<p>I feel that this is a brilliant statement because if you want to be serious and theological, no one can out-love Jesus.  On the other hand, I have some dumb cousins that don&#8217;t have anything better to do.</p>
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		<title>By: Alana</title>
		<link>http://shallowthinker.com/2009/01/trudging-along/comment-page-1/#comment-12711</link>
		<dc:creator>Alana</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Jan 2009 23:39:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>In college, I decided to explore a drained lake and got stuck up to my knees in mud. A friend heard me screaming and came to pull me out. I never saw those shoes again. I'm sure there's a metaphor in there somewhere.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In college, I decided to explore a drained lake and got stuck up to my knees in mud. A friend heard me screaming and came to pull me out. I never saw those shoes again. I&#8217;m sure there&#8217;s a metaphor in there somewhere.</p>
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