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    <title>Our Daily Bread</title>
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      <title>A Sense Of History</title>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;As my wife and I toured the British Museum, we were struck by the history and legacy contained in that massive facility in London. We looked at artifacts that were centuries older than anything found in the United States, reminding me how valuable it is to have a sense of history. History gives us a record of perspective, context, and consequences that can help us make wise choices as we learn from both the successes and failures of those who have gone before us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/odb/feed/~4/n0XFoDhZcw8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 18 May 2012 22:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Not What I Planned</title>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;This isn’t the way I expected my life to be. I wanted to marry at 19, have a half-dozen children, and settle into life as a wife and mother. But instead I went to work, married in my forties, and never had children. For a number of years I was hopeful that Psalm 37:4 might be for me a God-guaranteed promise: “He shall give you the desires of your heart.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/odb/feed/~4/zmkWjln0Emg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 17 May 2012 22:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>A Place For You</title>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;A couple who brought their elderly aunt to live with them were concerned that she would not feel at home. So they transformed a room in their house into an exact replica of her bedroom at the home she left behind. When their aunt arrived, her furniture, wall hangings, and other favorite things felt like a special “Welcome home!” to her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/odb/feed/~4/OLG8DdnPRMM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 16 May 2012 22:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Courageous Conversation</title>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;Is it possible that technological advances in communication have left us unable to confront people properly? After all, employers can now send layoff notices via e-mail. And people can criticize others on Facebook and Twitter instead of talking face to face. Perhaps it might be better to put all that aside and emulate how Paul communicated with Peter when they had a disagreement.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/odb/feed/~4/_sGyPedtOl8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 15 May 2012 22:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Seeing Near And Far</title>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;Having two healthy eyes is not enough to see clearly. I know this from experience. After a series of eye surgeries for a torn retina, both eyes could see well but they refused to cooperate with each other. One eye saw things far away and the other saw things close up. But instead of working together, they fought for supremacy. Until I could get new prescription glasses 3 months later, my eyes remained unfocused.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/odb/feed/~4/0E_e-ijQvA8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 14 May 2012 22:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>The Old Windmill</title>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;A man who grew up on a ranch in West Texas tells about a rickety, old windmill that stood alongside his family’s barn and pumped water to their place. It was the only source of water for miles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/odb/feed/~4/k6unS_MV7Fg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 13 May 2012 22:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>A Woman Of Influence</title>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;During the early years of the Prot- estant Reformation in Europe, Katharina Von Bora, a former nun, married Martin Luther (1525). By all accounts, the two had a joyous married life. Luther said, “There is no bond on earth so sweet, nor any separation so bitter, as that which occurs in a good marriage.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/odb/feed/~4/dgUGsJqGYCA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 12 May 2012 22:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Outside The Boat</title>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;Katsushika Hokusai was one of the most prolific and celebrated artists in Japanese history. Between 1826 and 1833, when he was in his mid-60s and early 70s, he created his greatest work—a series of color woodblock prints titled &lt;em&gt;Thirty-Six Views of Mt. Fuji. &lt;/em&gt;Among those paintings was his masterpiece: &lt;em&gt;The Great Wave Off Kanagawa.&lt;/em&gt; This painting, created during a time of financial and emotional struggles for Hokusai, shows a towering wall of water edged with clawlike foam about to crash down on three slim boats full of rowers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/odb/feed/~4/LUtr9SXOkcY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 11 May 2012 22:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>A Sense Of Concern</title>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;Statistics are tricky. While numbers give us information, sometimes they can also desensitize us to the people those numbers represent. This hit me recently as I read a statistic: Every year 15 million people die from hunger. That’s chilling, and for those of us who live in cultures of plenty, it’s hard to fathom. In 2008, nearly 9 million children died before their fifth birthday, with a third of those deaths related to hunger. These are staggering numbers, but they are much more than numbers. They are individuals loved by God.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/odb/feed/~4/T6gdXKSOpPE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 10 May 2012 22:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Apologies</title>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;Mark messed up. He arrived an hour late at a restaurant where he was to meet a friend from church. The friend had already left. Feeling sorry about his mistake, Mark purchased a gift certificate from the restaurant and stopped at a local card shop to search for an apology card. Among hundreds of cards, he was surprised to find only a few “sorry for my actions” cards in an obscure part of the store. He purchased one and gave it to his friend who accepted his apology.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/odb/feed/~4/_ttlh9luh48" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 09 May 2012 22:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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