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	<description>Standing on my Soapbox Ranting at the World</description>
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		<title>Sweet Dreams</title>
		<link>http://therequiest.com/index.php/2011/08/11/sweet-dreams/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Aug 2011 13:19:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rong</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[A personal dream from years ago. With no explanation I find myself standing out on a frozen lake in the middle of the night. As my eyes adjust to the dim starlight I recognize my surrounds as being Lake Frank.  I remember as a young teen my friends K.C., Danny and I riding our bikes over to this lake and then tempting fate by riding<br /><div class="readmore"><a href="http://therequiest.com/index.php/2011/08/11/sweet-dreams/">Read More...</a></div>]]></description>
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		<title>Where Do You Really Stand?</title>
		<link>http://therequiest.com/index.php/2009/12/30/where-do-you-really-stand/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 14:27:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rong</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I was at the gas station filling up my motorcycle when a young guy on a sports bike pulled in to do the same. He obviously notices me (motorcyclists see other motorcyclists like we have built in tracking systems) but doesn&#8217;t give me a head nod or any other recognition sign. He goes in to the gas station to pay and when he comes back<br /><div class="readmore"><a href="http://therequiest.com/index.php/2009/12/30/where-do-you-really-stand/">Read More...</a></div>]]></description>
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		<title>Talking to Jesus</title>
		<link>http://therequiest.com/index.php/2007/11/08/talking-to-jesus/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Nov 2007 13:34:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rong</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes it&#8217;s so hard to have what many times feels like a one way conversation.&#xA0; While we rest on the many promises, it&#8217;s still difficult to feel like our prayers are being heard. Do you ever feel this way? Do you sometimes feel like shaking your fists at Heaven and just yell out, &#34;Give me an answer. Show me your face. Let me know that<br /><div class="readmore"><a href="http://therequiest.com/index.php/2007/11/08/talking-to-jesus/">Read More...</a></div>]]></description>
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		<title>Gardening</title>
		<link>http://therequiest.com/index.php/2007/01/26/gardening/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Jan 2007 18:38:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rong</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve always wanted a garden. From as far back as I can remember I&#8217;ve wanted one. I envisioned what I would have and how beautiful it would be. I dreamed of how I would take care and nurture it. How I would lovingly care for it and everything that it produced. Now I didn&#8217;t come to this idea lightly. I knew that there would be<br /><div class="readmore"><a href="http://therequiest.com/index.php/2007/01/26/gardening/">Read More...</a></div>]]></description>
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		<title>Judgement Mirror</title>
		<link>http://therequiest.com/index.php/2006/12/19/judgement-mirror/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 19 Dec 2006 12:49:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rong</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The day dream overtook me and I found myself standing in line with a great multitude. There was no need to explain to me why I was in this line, or what the line was for, or why the line stretched out into an infinitely vast space. Understand, all of us in the line knew that it would lead us before our Judge &#8211; the<br /><div class="readmore"><a href="http://therequiest.com/index.php/2006/12/19/judgement-mirror/">Read More...</a></div>]]></description>
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		<title>THE ELEVENTH HOUR</title>
		<link>http://therequiest.com/index.php/2006/12/15/the-eleventh-hour/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Dec 2006 19:21:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rong</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[DISCLAIMER: The following is a story that I wrote after an extremely pensive state as I questioned whether upon entering Heaven I would retain any of my &#8216;self&#8217; or if my ego would be diluted into non existence within God&#8217;s majesty. Please also note that I wrote this in 1998 long before I understood the differences between Arminianism and Calvinism. Submitted for the Unfettered Monk.<br /><div class="readmore"><a href="http://therequiest.com/index.php/2006/12/15/the-eleventh-hour/">Read More...</a></div>]]></description>
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