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<rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title>Disqus - Latest Comments for markusirridius</title><link>http://disqus.com/by/markusirridius/</link><description></description><atom:link href="http://disqus.com/markusirridius/comments.rss" rel="self"></atom:link><language>en</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 07 May 2009 18:41:37 -0000</lastBuildDate><item><title>Re: Ruminations on agents of a new humanity</title><link>http://churchontheotherside.blogspot.com/2009/04/ruminations-on-agents-of-new-humanity.html#comment-9109768</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Thanks Diane. Perhaps my point of view is coloured with my view from a point? That is to say from personal suffering and abiding with my friends in theirs. Honesty can say that bad thing happen to good people. Yet while I sought to summarise the tragedy of our fallen state I also sought to bring out the importance of wonder. Without wonder I do not believe it is easy or perhaps possible to glimpse that good, ancient and eternal youth in our world. Wonder opens the door to hope and hope is the seedbed of faith. When Jesus spoke about faith the size of a mustard seed he said it on the Mount of Olives that looked directly onto a mountain that was man made. Philip Herod used slave labour to build it and build his new summer palace on top of it. Christ spoke to those under the shadow of oppression and suffering saying that if they had even a mustard seed of faith they could move it. I believe that’s why miracles are called signs and wonders. They point beyond themselves to something  other.  Perhaps they whisper that there is love behind the vale of suffering, He still cares, is good and hasn’t forgotten. Herod’s palace became a ruin about 30 years after he spoke those words. I leave with an excerpt from the book of counted sorrows.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; “With winter here and autumn gone,&lt;br&gt; it seems best to rest, to rest. &lt;br&gt;But under winter fields so cold, &lt;br&gt;wait the dormant seeds of seasons unborn,&lt;br&gt; and so the heart deos hold hope that heals all bitter lesions. &lt;br&gt;In the field of life, a harvest”&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">markusirridius</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 07 May 2009 18:41:37 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: What if the Church Was Invisible?</title><link>http://jeromyj.com/mendingshift/2008/03/03/what-if-we-were-invisible/#comment-7413635</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Ive recently written an article on my new blog : &lt;a href="http://www.churchontheotherside.blogspot.com" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank" title="www.churchontheotherside.blogspot.com"&gt;www.churchontheotherside.bl...&lt;/a&gt; - entitled what is church? In which I've linked this article. &lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">markusirridius</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 22 Mar 2009 10:26:07 -0000</pubDate></item></channel></rss>