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		<title>By: Erin</title>
		<link>http://preachermike.com/2005/05/03/111512066953150014#comment-4015</link>
		<dc:creator>Erin</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 04 May 2005 19:54:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>That is so awesome about the progress of your son! I go to Harding Academy in Searcy and we heard about the accident and prayed for your family! I have heard so many wonderful things about your family, and I hope someday I have the chance of meeting you. I go to the College Church, but I was born in 1991, so have never seen you in person! Thanks for your encouragement! 
God Bless!!
Erin Gurchiek</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That is so awesome about the progress of your son! I go to Harding Academy in Searcy and we heard about the accident and prayed for your family! I have heard so many wonderful things about your family, and I hope someday I have the chance of meeting you. I go to the College Church, but I was born in 1991, so have never seen you in person! Thanks for your encouragement!<br />
God Bless!!<br />
Erin Gurchiek</p>
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		<title>By: Keith</title>
		<link>http://preachermike.com/2005/05/03/111512066953150014#comment-4014</link>
		<dc:creator>Keith</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 04 May 2005 17:18:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Good job Courtney. Your priorities are encouraging. I hope you washed his hair much earlier than you posted your comment!1:35 a.m.! Get some sleep...much more shampooing to do.
Keith</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Good job Courtney. Your priorities are encouraging. I hope you washed his hair much earlier than you posted your comment!1:35 a.m.! Get some sleep&#8230;much more shampooing to do.<br />
Keith</p>
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		<title>By: Courtney &#38; Co.</title>
		<link>http://preachermike.com/2005/05/03/111512066953150014#comment-4013</link>
		<dc:creator>Courtney &#38; Co.</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 04 May 2005 05:35:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Mike,
I wondered over to your blog from my friend Randy Clay's.  
I remember hearing about the accident your son and others were involved in when we first arrived in Wichita Falls, TX from Utah.  I remember hearing the prayer request from a teacher I work with at Wichita Christian School and thinking, I want more then anything to run from this room, find my three boys and hold them as tightly as I can.  
A few nights ago, I was reading your blog about washing your son's hair and I all I could do was cry.  Just 5 minutes before I read your words, I told my six year old to wash his own hair because I was tired and I just wanted to sit down and rest.  When I read the account of a father who joyful washed the hair of a son he almost lost to a heartbreaking accident, I wiped my eyes and thanked God for turning my heart back to the joy of having my sons (and all the simple pleasures, like washing hair, I would dearly miss if they were suddenly taken from me).  I turned my computer off and asked my son if he would please let me wash his hair.  He smiled and said, "But I thought you were too tired to help me."  I sat down on the floor beside the bathtub and said, "Jimmy, I am tired! But right now I can't think of anything else in the world that I would rather do then wash your hair."  
As I washed Jimmy's hair and gave him a sudsy mohawk followed by nice set of soapy foamy spikes, I thought of you and Chris and about how thankful I am that you and I both get another day to wash hair.    
From this day, and well past the point that our boys grow-up, start locking the bathroom doors and the extent of our involvement in their hygiene routines stops at the purchasing of the shampoo, I will be forever thankful for each and every hair on their precious heads.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Mike,<br />
I wondered over to your blog from my friend Randy Clay&#8217;s.<br />
I remember hearing about the accident your son and others were involved in when we first arrived in Wichita Falls, TX from Utah.  I remember hearing the prayer request from a teacher I work with at Wichita Christian School and thinking, I want more then anything to run from this room, find my three boys and hold them as tightly as I can.<br />
A few nights ago, I was reading your blog about washing your son&#8217;s hair and I all I could do was cry.  Just 5 minutes before I read your words, I told my six year old to wash his own hair because I was tired and I just wanted to sit down and rest.  When I read the account of a father who joyful washed the hair of a son he almost lost to a heartbreaking accident, I wiped my eyes and thanked God for turning my heart back to the joy of having my sons (and all the simple pleasures, like washing hair, I would dearly miss if they were suddenly taken from me).  I turned my computer off and asked my son if he would please let me wash his hair.  He smiled and said, &#8220;But I thought you were too tired to help me.&#8221;  I sat down on the floor beside the bathtub and said, &#8220;Jimmy, I am tired! But right now I can&#8217;t think of anything else in the world that I would rather do then wash your hair.&#8221;<br />
As I washed Jimmy&#8217;s hair and gave him a sudsy mohawk followed by nice set of soapy foamy spikes, I thought of you and Chris and about how thankful I am that you and I both get another day to wash hair.<br />
From this day, and well past the point that our boys grow-up, start locking the bathroom doors and the extent of our involvement in their hygiene routines stops at the purchasing of the shampoo, I will be forever thankful for each and every hair on their precious heads.</p>
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		<title>By: Courtney &#38; Co.</title>
		<link>http://preachermike.com/2005/05/03/111512066953150014#comment-8623</link>
		<dc:creator>Courtney &#38; Co.</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 04 May 2005 05:35:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Mike,
I wondered over to your blog from my friend Randy Clay's.  
I remember hearing about the accident your son and others were involved in when we first arrived in Wichita Falls, TX from Utah.  I remember hearing the prayer request from a teacher I work with at Wichita Christian School and thinking, I want more then anything to run from this room, find my three boys and hold them as tightly as I can.  
A few nights ago, I was reading your blog about washing your son's hair and I all I could do was cry.  Just 5 minutes before I read your words, I told my six year old to wash his own hair because I was tired and I just wanted to sit down and rest.  When I read the account of a father who joyful washed the hair of a son he almost lost to a heartbreaking accident, I wiped my eyes and thanked God for turning my heart back to the joy of having my sons (and all the simple pleasures, like washing hair, I would dearly miss if they were suddenly taken from me).  I turned my computer off and asked my son if he would please let me wash his hair.  He smiled and said, "But I thought you were too tired to help me."  I sat down on the floor beside the bathtub and said, "Jimmy, I am tired! But right now I can't think of anything else in the world that I would rather do then wash your hair."  
As I washed Jimmy's hair and gave him a sudsy mohawk followed by nice set of soapy foamy spikes, I thought of you and Chris and about how thankful I am that you and I both get another day to wash hair.    
From this day, and well past the point that our boys grow-up, start locking the bathroom doors and the extent of our involvement in their hygiene routines stops at the purchasing of the shampoo, I will be forever thankful for each and every hair on their precious heads.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Mike,<br />
I wondered over to your blog from my friend Randy Clay&#8217;s.<br />
I remember hearing about the accident your son and others were involved in when we first arrived in Wichita Falls, TX from Utah.  I remember hearing the prayer request from a teacher I work with at Wichita Christian School and thinking, I want more then anything to run from this room, find my three boys and hold them as tightly as I can.<br />
A few nights ago, I was reading your blog about washing your son&#8217;s hair and I all I could do was cry.  Just 5 minutes before I read your words, I told my six year old to wash his own hair because I was tired and I just wanted to sit down and rest.  When I read the account of a father who joyful washed the hair of a son he almost lost to a heartbreaking accident, I wiped my eyes and thanked God for turning my heart back to the joy of having my sons (and all the simple pleasures, like washing hair, I would dearly miss if they were suddenly taken from me).  I turned my computer off and asked my son if he would please let me wash his hair.  He smiled and said, &#8220;But I thought you were too tired to help me.&#8221;  I sat down on the floor beside the bathtub and said, &#8220;Jimmy, I am tired! But right now I can&#8217;t think of anything else in the world that I would rather do then wash your hair.&#8221;<br />
As I washed Jimmy&#8217;s hair and gave him a sudsy mohawk followed by nice set of soapy foamy spikes, I thought of you and Chris and about how thankful I am that you and I both get another day to wash hair.<br />
From this day, and well past the point that our boys grow-up, start locking the bathroom doors and the extent of our involvement in their hygiene routines stops at the purchasing of the shampoo, I will be forever thankful for each and every hair on their precious heads.</p>
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		<title>By: Courtney &#38; Co.</title>
		<link>http://preachermike.com/2005/05/03/111512066953150014#comment-9109</link>
		<dc:creator>Courtney &#38; Co.</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 04 May 2005 05:35:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Mike,
I wondered over to your blog from my friend Randy Clay's.  
I remember hearing about the accident your son and others were involved in when we first arrived in Wichita Falls, TX from Utah.  I remember hearing the prayer request from a teacher I work with at Wichita Christian School and thinking, I want more then anything to run from this room, find my three boys and hold them as tightly as I can.  
A few nights ago, I was reading your blog about washing your son's hair and I all I could do was cry.  Just 5 minutes before I read your words, I told my six year old to wash his own hair because I was tired and I just wanted to sit down and rest.  When I read the account of a father who joyful washed the hair of a son he almost lost to a heartbreaking accident, I wiped my eyes and thanked God for turning my heart back to the joy of having my sons (and all the simple pleasures, like washing hair, I would dearly miss if they were suddenly taken from me).  I turned my computer off and asked my son if he would please let me wash his hair.  He smiled and said, "But I thought you were too tired to help me."  I sat down on the floor beside the bathtub and said, "Jimmy, I am tired! But right now I can't think of anything else in the world that I would rather do then wash your hair."  
As I washed Jimmy's hair and gave him a sudsy mohawk followed by nice set of soapy foamy spikes, I thought of you and Chris and about how thankful I am that you and I both get another day to wash hair.    
From this day, and well past the point that our boys grow-up, start locking the bathroom doors and the extent of our involvement in their hygiene routines stops at the purchasing of the shampoo, I will be forever thankful for each and every hair on their precious heads.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Mike,<br />
I wondered over to your blog from my friend Randy Clay&#8217;s.<br />
I remember hearing about the accident your son and others were involved in when we first arrived in Wichita Falls, TX from Utah.  I remember hearing the prayer request from a teacher I work with at Wichita Christian School and thinking, I want more then anything to run from this room, find my three boys and hold them as tightly as I can.<br />
A few nights ago, I was reading your blog about washing your son&#8217;s hair and I all I could do was cry.  Just 5 minutes before I read your words, I told my six year old to wash his own hair because I was tired and I just wanted to sit down and rest.  When I read the account of a father who joyful washed the hair of a son he almost lost to a heartbreaking accident, I wiped my eyes and thanked God for turning my heart back to the joy of having my sons (and all the simple pleasures, like washing hair, I would dearly miss if they were suddenly taken from me).  I turned my computer off and asked my son if he would please let me wash his hair.  He smiled and said, &#8220;But I thought you were too tired to help me.&#8221;  I sat down on the floor beside the bathtub and said, &#8220;Jimmy, I am tired! But right now I can&#8217;t think of anything else in the world that I would rather do then wash your hair.&#8221;<br />
As I washed Jimmy&#8217;s hair and gave him a sudsy mohawk followed by nice set of soapy foamy spikes, I thought of you and Chris and about how thankful I am that you and I both get another day to wash hair.<br />
From this day, and well past the point that our boys grow-up, start locking the bathroom doors and the extent of our involvement in their hygiene routines stops at the purchasing of the shampoo, I will be forever thankful for each and every hair on their precious heads.</p>
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		<title>By: TKP</title>
		<link>http://preachermike.com/2005/05/03/111512066953150014#comment-4012</link>
		<dc:creator>TKP</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 04 May 2005 03:59:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Mike,
IJM rocks my face off! Way to go on the prophetic lit sermon stuff! It was very encouraging.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Mike,<br />
IJM rocks my face off! Way to go on the prophetic lit sermon stuff! It was very encouraging.</p>
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		<title>By: Mary-Margaret</title>
		<link>http://preachermike.com/2005/05/03/111512066953150014#comment-4011</link>
		<dc:creator>Mary-Margaret</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 04 May 2005 00:27:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hey Mike, excited to hear the news about Chris.  He has been on my mind and in my prayers a lot lately. I am using a friend's computer and couldn't remember your exact blog address, so I typed in "mike cope blogspot" and got 10,453,936 results.  Pretty impressive! Have a good week - Mary-Margaret</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hey Mike, excited to hear the news about Chris.  He has been on my mind and in my prayers a lot lately. I am using a friend&#8217;s computer and couldn&#8217;t remember your exact blog address, so I typed in &#8220;mike cope blogspot&#8221; and got 10,453,936 results.  Pretty impressive! Have a good week - Mary-Margaret</p>
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		<title>By: don</title>
		<link>http://preachermike.com/2005/05/03/111512066953150014#comment-4010</link>
		<dc:creator>don</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 May 2005 16:57:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Keith, which of your members doesn't look like a clip-art person.  Surely you're not referring to yourself??.....</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Keith, which of your members doesn&#8217;t look like a clip-art person.  Surely you&#8217;re not referring to yourself??&#8230;..</p>
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		<title>By: Mike</title>
		<link>http://preachermike.com/2005/05/03/111512066953150014#comment-4009</link>
		<dc:creator>Mike</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 May 2005 16:56:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>No, Keith.  It wasn't PV.  :)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>No, Keith.  It wasn&#8217;t PV.  <img src='http://preachermike.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /></p>
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		<title>By: Jeff Slater</title>
		<link>http://preachermike.com/2005/05/03/111512066953150014#comment-4008</link>
		<dc:creator>Jeff Slater</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 May 2005 16:27:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Kathy said:

"Wouldn't it be loverly if we could extend an invitation to our neighborhoods to join us in a 'jeans and t-shirts only' Sunday service?"

Yes, Kathy -- that would definitely be loverly!  What a great idea!  Isn't it time to finally put to rest the idea that we must dress-up for church?

I absolutely love it when one of our college students presides over Communion wearing jeans, an Adidas t-shirt and flip-flops.  I only wish I could get away with preaching in that attire!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Kathy said:</p>
<p>&#8220;Wouldn&#8217;t it be loverly if we could extend an invitation to our neighborhoods to join us in a &#8216;jeans and t-shirts only&#8217; Sunday service?&#8221;</p>
<p>Yes, Kathy &#8212; that would definitely be loverly!  What a great idea!  Isn&#8217;t it time to finally put to rest the idea that we must dress-up for church?</p>
<p>I absolutely love it when one of our college students presides over Communion wearing jeans, an Adidas t-shirt and flip-flops.  I only wish I could get away with preaching in that attire!</p>
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		<title>By: Keith Brenton</title>
		<link>http://preachermike.com/2005/05/03/111512066953150014#comment-4007</link>
		<dc:creator>Keith Brenton</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 May 2005 15:30:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I hope that Little Rock brochure wasn't from my church! I used to design some of our items, but don't remember one like you describe ... or ever using clip-art photos in them.

Now someone else designs them, and always uses photos of members.

The trouble is, they look just like clip-art people ... even though a lot of our members don't!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I hope that Little Rock brochure wasn&#8217;t from my church! I used to design some of our items, but don&#8217;t remember one like you describe &#8230; or ever using clip-art photos in them.</p>
<p>Now someone else designs them, and always uses photos of members.</p>
<p>The trouble is, they look just like clip-art people &#8230; even though a lot of our members don&#8217;t!</p>
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		<title>By: Kathy</title>
		<link>http://preachermike.com/2005/05/03/111512066953150014#comment-4006</link>
		<dc:creator>Kathy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 May 2005 14:35:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hallelujah and PTL for Chris' jump out of that chair!!  He must be thrilled to be back on two feet again. :)

Wouldn't it be loverly if we could extend an invitation to our neighborhoods to join us in a 'jeans and t-shirts only' Sunday service?  So many of our neighbors are concerned how their manner of dress would be accepted in our gatherings - maybe we could let them know it really isn't important by demonstrating it in this manner.  
In Highland's case, maybe a good Sunday for that would be the day following our neighborhood Bar-B-Q - a "Come as you did to the bar-b-q Sunday".

Have a blest week in Malibu, Mike.  Bring back a bottle of the ocean aroma, will ya' please? ;)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hallelujah and PTL for Chris&#8217; jump out of that chair!!  He must be thrilled to be back on two feet again. <img src='http://preachermike.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /><br />
Wouldn&#8217;t it be loverly if we could extend an invitation to our neighborhoods to join us in a &#8216;jeans and t-shirts only&#8217; Sunday service?  So many of our neighbors are concerned how their manner of dress would be accepted in our gatherings - maybe we could let them know it really isn&#8217;t important by demonstrating it in this manner.<br />
In Highland&#8217;s case, maybe a good Sunday for that would be the day following our neighborhood Bar-B-Q - a &#8220;Come as you did to the bar-b-q Sunday&#8221;.</p>
<p>Have a blest week in Malibu, Mike.  Bring back a bottle of the ocean aroma, will ya&#8217; please? <img src='http://preachermike.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif' alt=';)' class='wp-smiley' /></p>
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		<title>By: Kyle</title>
		<link>http://preachermike.com/2005/05/03/111512066953150014#comment-4005</link>
		<dc:creator>Kyle</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 May 2005 13:08:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This reminds me of the episode of &lt;I&gt;Growing Pains&lt;/I&gt; when Maggie's producers wanted to show her with her family at home, showing her to be a typical family woman, who just also happened to be a newscaster.  But, instead of using her own family they brought in a cookie cutter family of actors.  

Needless to say the Seaver family wasn't thrilled to be replaced by things that were less than the real thing.  

I guess the attitude is excapism.  We see the reality but want to pretend it isn't.  People don't want to see themselves, they want to see what they wish they were, if that makes sense.  

With that said, support your friendly neighborhood actors.  We're so poor we can't pay attention.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This reminds me of the episode of <i>Growing Pains</i> when Maggie&#8217;s producers wanted to show her with her family at home, showing her to be a typical family woman, who just also happened to be a newscaster.  But, instead of using her own family they brought in a cookie cutter family of actors.  </p>
<p>Needless to say the Seaver family wasn&#8217;t thrilled to be replaced by things that were less than the real thing.  </p>
<p>I guess the attitude is excapism.  We see the reality but want to pretend it isn&#8217;t.  People don&#8217;t want to see themselves, they want to see what they wish they were, if that makes sense.  </p>
<p>With that said, support your friendly neighborhood actors.  We&#8217;re so poor we can&#8217;t pay attention.</p>
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		<title>By: Keith</title>
		<link>http://preachermike.com/2005/05/03/111512066953150014#comment-4004</link>
		<dc:creator>Keith</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 May 2005 12:35:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Mike, thanks for reminding us about what we are called to do. It seems like our quarterly potlucks have evolved into church socials and I can't remember the last time we were encouraged by our elders to invite those less fortunate than us. Glad to hear Chris is out of the chair. He'll be tossing a baseball in no time.
Keith Riley</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Mike, thanks for reminding us about what we are called to do. It seems like our quarterly potlucks have evolved into church socials and I can&#8217;t remember the last time we were encouraged by our elders to invite those less fortunate than us. Glad to hear Chris is out of the chair. He&#8217;ll be tossing a baseball in no time.<br />
Keith Riley</p>
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		<title>By: Steve Duer</title>
		<link>http://preachermike.com/2005/05/03/111512066953150014#comment-4003</link>
		<dc:creator>Steve Duer</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 May 2005 12:23:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>As one who recruits foster parents, I can tell you finding marketing material that matches real life is tough. I think your decision to use real people is the best decision.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>As one who recruits foster parents, I can tell you finding marketing material that matches real life is tough. I think your decision to use real people is the best decision.</p>
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