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	<title>Comments on: Being Right, or Being Loved, pick one</title>
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		<title>By: Robert Malone</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Robert Malone]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[When I was 19 I found God, Jesus the Holy Spirit and my Savior. I was on fire. I placed Chic Trac&#039;s on cars at the local shopping mall. I debated Jehova&#039;s Witnesses when ever possible. I was Hell bent (funny term) to prove my self worthy to God by one action or demonstration of faith or another. I was one-million percent certain of my faith and was quick to argue points of theology. I was ready to loose everything in this life to get to the next.

Now that I&#039;m 50 and have experience life. I look back and laugh at my foolishness and can feel Gods hand on my shoulder as he laughs with me. I am proof he is long suffering and always there.

I&#039;ve learned to listen for that soft voice that guides me through each day. I have been living in the forge of faith, now being tempered into a useful alloy. I know that it&#039;s not about &quot;Me&quot;. It&#039;s about what I can do in word and deed to make furtile the ground I leave behind.

As a husband and father of six amazing children I also learned that being right wasn&#039;t always as important as being steadfast and consistant. I was always a parent and not a &quot;Pal&quot; to the kids as they grew up. Now I find that they are my most wonderful adult friends that I just happen to have the pleasure of parenting.

I sit in quiet reflection waiting on the voice of guidance and thankful for his promise and the newness of tomorrow.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When I was 19 I found God, Jesus the Holy Spirit and my Savior. I was on fire. I placed Chic Trac&#8217;s on cars at the local shopping mall. I debated Jehova&#8217;s Witnesses when ever possible. I was Hell bent (funny term) to prove my self worthy to God by one action or demonstration of faith or another. I was one-million percent certain of my faith and was quick to argue points of theology. I was ready to loose everything in this life to get to the next.</p>
<p>Now that I&#8217;m 50 and have experience life. I look back and laugh at my foolishness and can feel Gods hand on my shoulder as he laughs with me. I am proof he is long suffering and always there.</p>
<p>I&#8217;ve learned to listen for that soft voice that guides me through each day. I have been living in the forge of faith, now being tempered into a useful alloy. I know that it&#8217;s not about &#8220;Me&#8221;. It&#8217;s about what I can do in word and deed to make furtile the ground I leave behind.</p>
<p>As a husband and father of six amazing children I also learned that being right wasn&#8217;t always as important as being steadfast and consistant. I was always a parent and not a &#8220;Pal&#8221; to the kids as they grew up. Now I find that they are my most wonderful adult friends that I just happen to have the pleasure of parenting.</p>
<p>I sit in quiet reflection waiting on the voice of guidance and thankful for his promise and the newness of tomorrow.</p>
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