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	<title>Comments on: The end of Emy&#8217;s odyssey</title>
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		<title>By: j razz</title>
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		<dc:creator>j razz</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Jul 2010 03:13:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Tim,

Thanks for posting this.  It is an encouragement to the body, and a witness to the world of a testimony saturated with what it means to be faithful to the end.</description>
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<p>Thanks for posting this.  It is an encouragement to the body, and a witness to the world of a testimony saturated with what it means to be faithful to the end.</p>
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		<title>By: Di Winson</title>
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		<dc:creator>Di Winson</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Jul 2010 20:44:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This really hits home with me, Tim. When I was a kid, a classmate of mine and his younger sister lost their mom — whose name was Emmie — and one of my most vivid memories from younger days, in church, was of Mark and Lisa huddled next to their father, in church. Crying, yet seeking comfort amongst the congregation.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This really hits home with me, Tim. When I was a kid, a classmate of mine and his younger sister lost their mom — whose name was Emmie — and one of my most vivid memories from younger days, in church, was of Mark and Lisa huddled next to their father, in church. Crying, yet seeking comfort amongst the congregation.</p>
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