<?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/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11910019</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:08:17.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The reasons.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherabbottmaplecreek.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11910019/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherabbottmaplecreek.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956795629989050633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11910019.post-111258848139468130</id><published>2005-04-03T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T21:21:21.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life here</title><content type='html'>Hey yall,  I just heard about this place not long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in a small town, about 2500 people.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that there are people out there who seriously think they are better than others. Those who are willing to hurt others to get ahead in their own lives. I admit openly that I have done it as well.  Recently (within the past 3 years)  I have been trying to become a better Christian. I agree alot with what tyler hay has to say.&lt;br /&gt;I feel horrid that I have also not been the best Christian.   Recently I met someone some one who happens to be a man but isn't like most. One who has real Christian values and morals.   &lt;br /&gt;I hate people who come to church but who look at me like I'm a bad person for my past.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I was so accepted when it was easy for me to be a Christian, when I had support and help, but that all left, I'm now afraid that I'm going back to the past. People need help not at the begining of becoming a Christian with support from their family and friends and church. I go to a church alone because my family doesn't want to. I have to listen for myself and I can't discuss the things I hear.  I am so happy that there are those out there who are able to support.&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to church and there was an awsome sermon about the flesh compared to the spirit... that when something comes to the spirit something of the flesh must die.  That people want God to fill in the cracks in their lives. That they want Church and God to be comfortable. That isn't what God wants.  It's not about being easy, its about being right. Sometimes whats right isn't always easy, and whats easy isn't always right.&lt;br /&gt;I want to know what other people think about Christianity, the differences that some people have even within the same religion. I want to know if people are willing to honestly help one another, and hey if things start to go well, we could even develop a "Christian help line". I want a place where all People can come together and just talk about anything and not feel hurt or pressured into something but also something that speaks truth. Sometimes things we should talk about  aren't comfortable. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your time don't be afraid to comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11910019-111258848139468130?l=heatherabbottmaplecreek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherabbottmaplecreek.blogspot.com/feeds/111258848139468130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11910019&amp;postID=111258848139468130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11910019/posts/default/111258848139468130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11910019/posts/default/111258848139468130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherabbottmaplecreek.blogspot.com/2005/04/life-here.html' title='life here'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16956795629989050633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
