<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815540314657351420.post3808149087537954999..comments</id><updated>2007-09-13T11:56:25.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on All Saints Bible Study: Prodigal Son</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allsaintsmdbiblestudy.blogspot.com/feeds/3808149087537954999/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815540314657351420/3808149087537954999/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsaintsmdbiblestudy.blogspot.com/2007/03/prodigal-son.html'/><author><name>All Saints Episcopal Chruch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18171016689620707339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815540314657351420.post-2430263848985425181</id><published>2007-09-13T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T11:55:00.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I know what it meant to the Prodigal Son. ...</title><content type='html'>I think I know what it meant to the Prodigal Son.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I have had such experiences throughout my life.  I agree with anonymous that it is an ongoing process.  My reconciliations have for the most part have only involved my creator and he always accepts me but I don't always get the fatted calf routine.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815540314657351420/3808149087537954999/comments/default/2430263848985425181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815540314657351420/3808149087537954999/comments/default/2430263848985425181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsaintsmdbiblestudy.blogspot.com/2007/03/prodigal-son.html?showComment=1189702500000#c2430263848985425181' title=''/><author><name>joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677800054291397700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://allsaintsmdbiblestudy.blogspot.com/2007/03/prodigal-son.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815540314657351420.post-3808149087537954999' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815540314657351420/posts/default/3808149087537954999' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815540314657351420.post-338396289645209229</id><published>2007-04-23T09:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T09:50:00.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think that this is an going process.  I usually ...</title><content type='html'>I think that this is an going process.  I usually tried to use the quite time of Sunday to look at myself.  This is not the time to be over critical, but a reflective time.  It is a time to realize that I can't change the past, but I can influence the future.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;We may not like what we see and avert our eyes.  However, at some point in our lives we are forced to see just who we are, either by ourselves or those around us. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;What defines our characters is whether we acknowledge who we have become and either accept it for better or worse or admit a change is in order.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815540314657351420/3808149087537954999/comments/default/338396289645209229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815540314657351420/3808149087537954999/comments/default/338396289645209229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsaintsmdbiblestudy.blogspot.com/2007/03/prodigal-son.html?showComment=1177339800000#c338396289645209229' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://allsaintsmdbiblestudy.blogspot.com/2007/03/prodigal-son.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815540314657351420.post-3808149087537954999' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815540314657351420/posts/default/3808149087537954999' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815540314657351420.post-968536234100596278</id><published>2007-03-19T04:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T04:08:00.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I remember in high school, the first time I came t...</title><content type='html'>I remember in high school, the first time I came to the realization that I didn't like the man in the mirror.  That has happened a few times, when I caught myself being fairly unlikeable and decided it was time for an attitude adjustment, sometimes on my own...other times with the help of good friends.&lt;BR/&gt;Cam</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815540314657351420/3808149087537954999/comments/default/968536234100596278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815540314657351420/3808149087537954999/comments/default/968536234100596278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allsaintsmdbiblestudy.blogspot.com/2007/03/prodigal-son.html?showComment=1174295280000#c968536234100596278' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://allsaintsmdbiblestudy.blogspot.com/2007/03/prodigal-son.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815540314657351420.post-3808149087537954999' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815540314657351420/posts/default/3808149087537954999' type='text/html'/></entry></feed>