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<title>Heartcryof a hungry soul :blog</title>
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<description>There was a sacred moment today. One of those moments that only comes when you least expect and lasts for an instant and yet it rings in your ears long after the revelation hits your spiritUnderstatedyet violently loudMaybe obviousamp yetlike understanding a 3548635328 language for the first time.As I stood at the altar of a beautiful tiny church that I call one of my homes I was readying myself to receive the communion and thenthere it was.A week or so ago during a Sunday morning sermon I heard the scripture where Jesus said that we need to eat His flesh and drink His blood.He doesnt even just say it onceHe says it repeatedlyoverandoverandover.No other explanation was offered no expounding no apology nowatering down no explaining why He appeared to be asking them to do the most extreme opposite thing to every moral fiber and thing He had so far seemed to stand for.Nothing.Just a simple statement  from which so many walked away.John 6 48 I am the bread of life.If anyone eats of this br...</description>
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<title>It all started with a work experience student....</title>
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<description>It all began with the work experience student.     I was sitting at my reception  desk which I man twice a week in a local hospital one of my three  jobs and today I was joined by a bright and keen young lady of 15yrs  who was on work experience. With her there I felt it my duty to help  along show the ropes and explain a little of what I do.     That is until we both realised that there is only so much that can be  said about how to answer a phone which way the stamp should face for a  satisfyingly upright envelope and how to insert sticker sheets into the  right folders. Before long the conversation became quiet and then  switched to her most favorite topic music. We chatted and chatted and  she lit up we became raucous and for a split moment I forgot I was 9  long years older than her and I entered into the banter and excitement  of a teen with a passion. I entered in with such enthusiasm in fact  that before I knew what I was doing right there in the reception of  the hospital I be...</description>
<dc:date>2008-4-28T00:00:00Z</dc:date>
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<title>Encounter...and my crazy life updates</title>
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I sit here in the dark and listen to the whisper in my spirit of the Lords voice. Not a loud shout nor a voice like I have known before. An impression deep in my spirit of Him His love His heart His voice His intentions. The quieter I get in His presence the more I know things. A quiet certainty. that is what i feel right now. Not even a voice or a phrase just a quiet certainty. He is here. I am His. I am chosen. Nothing has changed. I am going to Africa this summer. I am going to spend some of my year shoulder to shoulder with the persecuted and oppressed. I do not look with natural eyes. I do not question it...I simply know. I have been in this place before. It has been some time but I recognise this place like the musty smell of old familiarity. Like returning home after months of journeying. Like the remnants of a grandparents perfume or a childs blanket. I know this place so well. I am in His heart. I am consumed by Him ravished by Him lost in Him. I sit somehow curled in...</description>
<dc:date>2008-3-17T00:00:00Z</dc:date>
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<description>Friday January 18 2008
I have to sleep and I am wanting to give Jesus the rest of my evening so this will be short but oh so sweet. He is ravishing me again It has been a battle still is a battle but I can hear Him feel Him smell Him touch Him whether it is permanent or break in the clouds I do not know neither do I care right now except that I know He is here. He is wooing me like in Hosea 2 He is calling me by name and in my naked ruined broken mess of a state He is calling me into His very heart and loving on me in a way and with an abundance of grace that makes no sense. I deserve punishment What a harlot and a whore I have been to Him and yet where the world would stone me...how does it make sense that He takes us into a desert not to punish us but to give us a new name to draw us into an even deeper place of intimacy doesnt he know our humaness doesnt He stop trusting us I am so overwhelmed receiving a love I have not been imparting to know what it feels like to be on the receiv...</description>
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