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	<title>Comments on: First Review</title>
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		<title>By: Ginger</title>
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		<description>I finished reading WGBYH last night.  Over the last few days, I&#039;ve travelled memory lane -- the good, the bad and the ugly.  I smiled, I cried, I chuckled, I felt lonely because I miss my COD family, I rejoiced, I remembered our convergent roads in early 2000--my cancer, your cancer.  I queried God as to why I&#039;m cancer-free 8 years later and you&#039;re not.  I openly wept as I remembered your first Sunday back at COD as though it happened yesterday.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Mostly, I&#039;m grateful for your honesty, your telling of the story of Mary and Martha and Jesus.  I will share this book with others who are hurting without reservation because you speak to our hearts, our pain, with realism, with truth, with transparency.  No cliches.  No pious platitudes.  Just truth.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Thank you, Ed.  Thank you, Judy.  You bring courage to my heart.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I finished reading WGBYH last night.  Over the last few days, I&#8217;ve travelled memory lane &#8212; the good, the bad and the ugly.  I smiled, I cried, I chuckled, I felt lonely because I miss my COD family, I rejoiced, I remembered our convergent roads in early 2000&#8211;my cancer, your cancer.  I queried God as to why I&#8217;m cancer-free 8 years later and you&#8217;re not.  I openly wept as I remembered your first Sunday back at COD as though it happened yesterday.</p>
<p>Mostly, I&#8217;m grateful for your honesty, your telling of the story of Mary and Martha and Jesus.  I will share this book with others who are hurting without reservation because you speak to our hearts, our pain, with realism, with truth, with transparency.  No cliches.  No pious platitudes.  Just truth.</p>
<p>Thank you, Ed.  Thank you, Judy.  You bring courage to my heart.</p>
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