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		<title>Update on Haiti from Nazarene Compassionate Ministries</title>
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Haiti update: Nazarenes show generosity; prayers still needed
Port-au-Prince, Haiti
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Dear Nazarenes:
I want to give you another update on Haiti while we are traveling on the Caribbean Region to conduct district assemblies. Haitians are never out of our hearts and minds, and they are always in our prayers.
Word has just been received from the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://moultriefirst.org/jeaninesblog/?p=184</link>
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		<title>Wrath of God or Nature&#8217;s Fury?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Recently a popular conservative personality commented that (something to the effect of) the earthquake in Haiti was from God because of the heathen nature of the disbelief of the Haitians.  Ironically, on ebay the next day a quick thinking entrepreneur had voodoo dolls that resembled the outspoken conservative.  Now, I think that is [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://moultriefirst.org/jeaninesblog/?p=181</link>
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		<title>Mentor, Peer, or Bringer Alonger</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Going home the other night, I was listening to the radio.  The speaker was talking about the need we all have to have special people in our lives.  
He spoke of the mentor, the one you look up to and from who you receive guidance.  Mentor &#8211; the one who encourages you [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://moultriefirst.org/jeaninesblog/?p=175</link>
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		<title>I&#8217;m Guilty; I&#8217;m Innocent</title>
		<description><![CDATA[  OK, I admit it; I&#8217;m guilty!  A Facebook/blogger friend has started blogging, it appears (to me) with a vengeance.  You can read her blogs;  she is the KIMBlogery link to the right.  
I&#8217;m guilty! Diet and exercise have not been a priority in my life recently.  Today I [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://moultriefirst.org/jeaninesblog/?p=170</link>
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		<title>It&#8217;s Been Way To Long &#8230;&#8230;.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>It is impossible to witness the birth of a child an doubt the existence of God. .....</p>]]></description>
		<link>http://moultriefirst.org/jeaninesblog/?p=165</link>
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		<title>Meet my Friend &#8211; Stewart</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>I have a Facebook Friend named R. Stewart Braswell. But Stewart is more than just a Facebook friend. Stewart is a friend. I was Stewart’s high school guidance counselor. Of course that was a million years and a lifetime ago.</p>]]></description>
		<link>http://moultriefirst.org/jeaninesblog/?p=141</link>
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		<title>Seeing in the Darkness</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>God is too good. Every time I begin to wander-lust and think about how much I would like to return to teaching, God does something to tell me to stay put, He has me right where He wants me. I must share about such a time that happened in my office at work last week.......</p>]]></description>
		<link>http://moultriefirst.org/jeaninesblog/?p=135</link>
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		<title>He Bled for You and For Me</title>
		<description><![CDATA[This past summer when I took my 12 year old grandson to &#8220;The Holyland Experience&#8221; in Orlando, FL. In the middle of the day they performed a passion play. In the center of the park was a life size replica of the tomb and the area around it. They had transplanted trees from the Holy [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://moultriefirst.org/jeaninesblog/?p=130</link>
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		<title>Touching the future</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>They slowly drove away and headed for their evening destination. Soon he noticed that his seven year old daughter was sitting (too) quietly in the back seat. He asked her what she was thinking. “Daddy,” she said in a melancholy way,”I just wish I could have gotten out and touched that tree.” Thinking that odd, he asked her why? “Well, sometimes I just like to touch history”</p>]]></description>
		<link>http://moultriefirst.org/jeaninesblog/?p=126</link>
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		<title>God&#8217;s Wings</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Today a co-worker sent me one of those “warm fuzzy” stories that we often see on the internet.Â  I’m sharing it with you because of the truth housed in the simple story.Â 
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I remember being 10 years old and teaching my very first Sunday School lesson.Â  I was a Girl Scout and our [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://moultriefirst.org/jeaninesblog/?p=125</link>
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