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	<title>Comments on: Deacons: Teaching Us to See Need</title>
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	<description>Stephen Lane, Episcopal Bishop of Maine, writes about the places he goes, the people he meets, and the ministries they doing in their communties</description>
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		<title>By: Ernie King</title>
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		<description>Fascinating sermon w/references to foot-washing.  My first experience (Sandy Curtis, Redeemer, Addison,NY) was carried off with such panache I could accept the vivid ceremony.  I am reminded of the dry dustiness of places where people have no socks, where open sandals expose feet to dangers and indignities of rough ground, where cleanliness is a rare blessing.  Those people are my brothers &amp; sisters in Christ; my widow&#039;s mite must be shared to bring them precious water.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Fascinating sermon w/references to foot-washing.  My first experience (Sandy Curtis, Redeemer, Addison,NY) was carried off with such panache I could accept the vivid ceremony.  I am reminded of the dry dustiness of places where people have no socks, where open sandals expose feet to dangers and indignities of rough ground, where cleanliness is a rare blessing.  Those people are my brothers &amp; sisters in Christ; my widow&#8217;s mite must be shared to bring them precious water.</p>
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