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	<title>Comments on: Bible Drill Wednesday: Back to Bethlehem, Part II (Shepherds)</title>
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		<title>By: Kendi</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 06 Dec 2006 17:33:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>It&#8730;¢‚Ç¨‚Ñ¢s so true.  Growing up on a goat farm, I've watched my dad go out in snow flurries to lead the animals indoors, single-file because they are not able to create a path for themselves through even just a half-inch of snow. When I read the passages about Christ being our Shepherd, I often wonder, what's my half inch of snow?  What am I so afraid of that I'll stay grounded to one spot slowly perishing rather than walking toward the warmth in front of me, just because I'm presently unable to see the pathway?  Thank God for a gentle Savior who patiently shepherds us.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It&#8730;¢‚Ç¨‚Ñ¢s so true.  Growing up on a goat farm, I&#8217;ve watched my dad go out in snow flurries to lead the animals indoors, single-file because they are not able to create a path for themselves through even just a half-inch of snow. When I read the passages about Christ being our Shepherd, I often wonder, what&#8217;s my half inch of snow?  What am I so afraid of that I&#8217;ll stay grounded to one spot slowly perishing rather than walking toward the warmth in front of me, just because I&#8217;m presently unable to see the pathway?  Thank God for a gentle Savior who patiently shepherds us.</p>
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