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	<title>Comments on: Confessions of a Mad Journalist in Search of Life&#8217;s Purpose</title>
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		<title>By: shrinkingthecamel</title>
		<link>http://shrinkingthecamel.com/2010/02/27/confessions-of-a-mad-journalist-in-search-of-the-purpose-of-life/#comment-2535</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Mar 2010 01:09:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Because I am so lame at doing anything technical that requires more than an immediate turn-key template, and I don&#039;t like the templates for the other Blogspot or Google sites. 

The main thing I am frustrated with is not having the social media links widget that would allow people to Tweet or Facebook the posts that they like. 
Gosh, who knows how much viral traffic I am missing out on??

So for now, I will passively accept my fate with WordPress. (unless you are volunteering to help me move on?)]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Because I am so lame at doing anything technical that requires more than an immediate turn-key template, and I don&#8217;t like the templates for the other Blogspot or Google sites. </p>
<p>The main thing I am frustrated with is not having the social media links widget that would allow people to Tweet or Facebook the posts that they like.<br />
Gosh, who knows how much viral traffic I am missing out on??</p>
<p>So for now, I will passively accept my fate with WordPress. (unless you are volunteering to help me move on?)</p>
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		<title>By: Brett Nicewarner</title>
		<link>http://shrinkingthecamel.com/2010/02/27/confessions-of-a-mad-journalist-in-search-of-the-purpose-of-life/#comment-2523</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Brett Nicewarner]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 05:44:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hello just came across your blog and have been browsing around some of your entries and just wondering why you selected a Wordpress blog dont you find it impossible to do anything with? Been thinking about starting one.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hello just came across your blog and have been browsing around some of your entries and just wondering why you selected a WordPress blog dont you find it impossible to do anything with? Been thinking about starting one.</p>
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		<title>By: Bonnie &#124; FaithBarista</title>
		<link>http://shrinkingthecamel.com/2010/02/27/confessions-of-a-mad-journalist-in-search-of-the-purpose-of-life/#comment-2518</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Bonnie &#124; FaithBarista]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Mar 2010 19:00:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&quot;I kept waiting for some huge Master Plan from God to overlay my life, like it would click into place and I would be set. But does anyone ever really get that?&quot;

No. ;) ... 

I love this post, Brad.  It&#039;s courageously honest &amp; inspiring -- to live authentically and speak authentically with God.

It got me excited again to take an extra night this week -- and just journal some frustrations.

I can&#039;t wait... &#039;cuz I don&#039;t hunt.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;I kept waiting for some huge Master Plan from God to overlay my life, like it would click into place and I would be set. But does anyone ever really get that?&#8221;</p>
<p>No. <img src='http://s1.wp.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif' alt=';)' class='wp-smiley' />  &#8230; </p>
<p>I love this post, Brad.  It&#8217;s courageously honest &amp; inspiring &#8212; to live authentically and speak authentically with God.</p>
<p>It got me excited again to take an extra night this week &#8212; and just journal some frustrations.</p>
<p>I can&#8217;t wait&#8230; &#8216;cuz I don&#8217;t hunt.</p>
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		<title>By: nancy</title>
		<link>http://shrinkingthecamel.com/2010/02/27/confessions-of-a-mad-journalist-in-search-of-the-purpose-of-life/#comment-2514</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[nancy]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Feb 2010 21:51:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[i think that God speaks to me when i write things out.  thoughts come and words come from between the thinking and the writing.

i loved your description of the barrage of chatter.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>i think that God speaks to me when i write things out.  thoughts come and words come from between the thinking and the writing.</p>
<p>i loved your description of the barrage of chatter.</p>
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		<title>By: Andrew Turner</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Andrew Turner]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Feb 2010 06:19:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Wonderful Bradley.

I first noticed this struggle when I was about 14. I&#039;d just watched a girl-friend and my best friend walk away south down the train tracks high as kites on cheap dope and I wasn&#039;t and it wasn&#039;t fun watching it happen. 

It was about sunset and on the prairies that means a lot because it&#039;s lovely. Right about then I was shot through with such a deep pain that it almost broke me; it was the first time I&#039;d felt it and have since learned to recognize it. 

It&#039;s the agony I think of being separated from God by our mortal selves and the barrier it represents between us and our Source, which will one day be rectified in perfection. And even in my own journals, which are largely a record of struggle, I can see that battle being fought: the battle to last through to the end whatever it may be, simply because there&#039;s no other option...only God. 

What does it mean? I&#039;m not sure. It&#039;s of our spirit and of the Holy Spirit and both I know little of. But creation does grown as with childbirth and I&#039;m sure we all feel it. From masculine point of view I do not know what a woman feels; my wife&#039;s mind is as close between her and God as myself and my Lord&#039;s, and part of the mystery of growing old together lies in our not ever fully understanding each other. But I do know that even when those pangs hit, Truth is no farther away then it was the moment before and one day we will know it fully, although now we see as in a mirror...a forged bronze mirror identical I think to the setting sun I saw when I was 14, watching my girl-friend and best friend walk away high on cheap dope, and I wasn&#039;t having any.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wonderful Bradley.</p>
<p>I first noticed this struggle when I was about 14. I&#8217;d just watched a girl-friend and my best friend walk away south down the train tracks high as kites on cheap dope and I wasn&#8217;t and it wasn&#8217;t fun watching it happen. </p>
<p>It was about sunset and on the prairies that means a lot because it&#8217;s lovely. Right about then I was shot through with such a deep pain that it almost broke me; it was the first time I&#8217;d felt it and have since learned to recognize it. </p>
<p>It&#8217;s the agony I think of being separated from God by our mortal selves and the barrier it represents between us and our Source, which will one day be rectified in perfection. And even in my own journals, which are largely a record of struggle, I can see that battle being fought: the battle to last through to the end whatever it may be, simply because there&#8217;s no other option&#8230;only God. </p>
<p>What does it mean? I&#8217;m not sure. It&#8217;s of our spirit and of the Holy Spirit and both I know little of. But creation does grown as with childbirth and I&#8217;m sure we all feel it. From masculine point of view I do not know what a woman feels; my wife&#8217;s mind is as close between her and God as myself and my Lord&#8217;s, and part of the mystery of growing old together lies in our not ever fully understanding each other. But I do know that even when those pangs hit, Truth is no farther away then it was the moment before and one day we will know it fully, although now we see as in a mirror&#8230;a forged bronze mirror identical I think to the setting sun I saw when I was 14, watching my girl-friend and best friend walk away high on cheap dope, and I wasn&#8217;t having any.</p>
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		<title>By: simplifylearning</title>
		<link>http://shrinkingthecamel.com/2010/02/27/confessions-of-a-mad-journalist-in-search-of-the-purpose-of-life/#comment-2509</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[simplifylearning]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Feb 2010 23:20:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[So much wisdom. 

I need to show up more often...]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>So much wisdom. </p>
<p>I need to show up more often&#8230;</p>
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