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	<title>Comments on: Bullet the Blue Sky</title>
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		<title>By: randymolson</title>
		<link>http://royeglass.com/2008/03/29/bullet-the-blue-sky/#comment-44</link>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hope, what we hope for, in the United States, often is not &quot;Biblical&quot; hope any more that the faith we profess is biblical.-- I hope to walk a path where I am not a fool. I hope that everyone will love me or at least the will not ridicule me publicly. I hope that I will not have to suffer. I hope... I hope... I hope... And the list goes on... And often these are the things to which I hope. And then there are times... oh those sweet times, when my hope is in JESUS. When I grasp the reality of a God that has me in the palm of His hand. There, in those moments, that seem so rare, I long to be. Oh, I want more and more moments like those. Those eternal seconds, in the mist of pain and hardship or in rejoicing, is the &quot;living hope&quot;(1 Peter 1:3). This hope is hope that God is glorified when I am... a fool; loved, hated or ridiculed; suffering; rejoicing; weeping; laughing; mourning... I hope... I hope... I hope... And the list goes on...]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hope, what we hope for, in the United States, often is not &#8220;Biblical&#8221; hope any more that the faith we profess is biblical.&#8211; I hope to walk a path where I am not a fool. I hope that everyone will love me or at least the will not ridicule me publicly. I hope that I will not have to suffer. I hope&#8230; I hope&#8230; I hope&#8230; And the list goes on&#8230; And often these are the things to which I hope. And then there are times&#8230; oh those sweet times, when my hope is in JESUS. When I grasp the reality of a God that has me in the palm of His hand. There, in those moments, that seem so rare, I long to be. Oh, I want more and more moments like those. Those eternal seconds, in the mist of pain and hardship or in rejoicing, is the &#8220;living hope&#8221;(1 Peter 1:3). This hope is hope that God is glorified when I am&#8230; a fool; loved, hated or ridiculed; suffering; rejoicing; weeping; laughing; mourning&#8230; I hope&#8230; I hope&#8230; I hope&#8230; And the list goes on&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: joelbridges</title>
		<link>http://royeglass.com/2008/03/29/bullet-the-blue-sky/#comment-43</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 29 Mar 2008 20:30:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Thumb a lift there Edge...Am I buggin&#039; you?  I don&#039;t mean to bug ya...This song is not a rebel song...My very own conga...Not the first verse, not the second verse, but the third verse, BOOM, we&#039;re in...Now let me tell you something...I want some freedom, for my people...freedom, freedom, freedom...I wish they hadn&#039;t buried him in the backyard...Did someone mention &quot;Rattle &amp; Hum&quot;?]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thumb a lift there Edge&#8230;Am I buggin&#8217; you?  I don&#8217;t mean to bug ya&#8230;This song is not a rebel song&#8230;My very own conga&#8230;Not the first verse, not the second verse, but the third verse, BOOM, we&#8217;re in&#8230;Now let me tell you something&#8230;I want some freedom, for my people&#8230;freedom, freedom, freedom&#8230;I wish they hadn&#8217;t buried him in the backyard&#8230;Did someone mention &#8220;Rattle &amp; Hum&#8221;?</p>
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