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		<title>Kneeling</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Louima Cunningham]]></dc:creator>
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				<category><![CDATA[Issue 136 (Jul - Aug 2020)]]></category>
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					<description><![CDATA[Some of us used to kneel to pray, to share communion to exchange vows, to grieve at a grave. Even now, when some of us have the chance or challenge we kneel to weed a garden, to examine a small flower along a path, to play with a child,  to scrub a floor. Kneeling has meant [&#8230;]]]></description>
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<p>Some of us used to kneel<br /> to pray, to share communion<br /> to exchange vows, to grieve at a grave.<br /> Even now,<br /> when some of us have the chance or challenge<br /> we kneel to weed a garden,<br /> to examine a small flower along a path,<br /> to play with a child,  to scrub a floor.<br /> Kneeling has meant humbling ourselves<br /> as a sign of a willingness<br /> to use our hands and hearts to serve,<br /> kneeling has meant humbling ourselves<br /> in a posture of physical vulnerability<br /> to indicate our willingness<br /> to be emotionally and spiritually vulnerable<br /> before the pains and angers of the world,<br /> kneeling has meant humbling ourselves<br /> to respect something greater than ourselves,<br /> kneeling has meant humbling ourselves<br /> to praise that which is worth praising,<br /> May we not then kneel to mourn,<br /> to honor those dishonored<br /> by the rage,<br /> the prejudice,<br /> the accidents,<br /> the negligence<br /> of our imperfect world?</p>
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		<title>Too Often</title>
		<link>https://fountainmagazine.com/all-issues/2018/issue-121-january-february-2018/too-often/</link>
		
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Louima Cunningham]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
				<category><![CDATA[Issue 121 (January - February 2018)]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[Literature & Languages]]></category>
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					<description><![CDATA[Too often, O God, the terrors of the world seem to overwhelm the promises of Your love. Too often, O God, the smallness of our talents, resources and opportunities dishearten and distract us and make us doubt the promises of Your love. Too often, O God, we do not even think of You, do not [&#8230;]]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Too often, O God, <br /> the terrors of the world <br /> seem to overwhelm<br /> the promises of Your love.<br /> Too often, O God, <br /> the smallness of our talents,<br /> resources and opportunities<br /> dishearten and distract us<br /> and make us doubt<br /> the promises of Your love.<br /> Too often, O God, <br /> we do not even think of You,<br /> do not even listen for You,<br /> do not even look for You<br /> in the struggles and joys <br /> of our daily life.<br /> Open our hearts and minds<br /> and our daily activity<br /> to the persistence of Your promise,<br /> the power, the joy,<br /> the real presence<br /> of Your love. <br /> Amen.</p>
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