http://rmfo-blogs.com/lsw/archives/2006/12/10/study-break/ A living document of our time at Westminster Theological Seminary. Tue, 02 Dec 2008 07:04:20 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.6.5 http://rmfo-blogs.com/lsw/archives/2006/12/10/study-break/#comment-9338 Melissa Tue, 12 Dec 2006 21:38:55 +0000 http://rmfo-blogs.com/lsw/archives/2006/12/10/study-break/#comment-9338 What a great blessing to have all of you guys together. I'm sure that your group was elated to have you and Mark join them. Everyone looks fantastic!! Any plans to come back to C-ville? Have a blessed study time! Melissa S. What a great blessing to have all of you guys together. I’m sure that your group was elated to have you and Mark join them. Everyone looks fantastic!! Any plans to come back to C-ville? Have a blessed study time! Melissa S.

]]> http://rmfo-blogs.com/lsw/archives/2006/12/10/study-break/#comment-9325 Sacred Journey » Blog Archive » Blessed Be the Tie Mon, 11 Dec 2006 05:00:18 +0000 http://rmfo-blogs.com/lsw/archives/2006/12/10/study-break/#comment-9325 [...] This weekend we committed an act of craziness, and Karyn has the details and links to pictures. We did it, to borrow a phrase from U2, “in the name of love.” We have made many wonderful friends here in Philadelphia, but no one outside of our immediate family could be more precious to us than these folks, members of the home group (our church called them Family Groups) we used to lead in Charlottesville. Over the course of several years we prayed, laughed, cried, sweated, dreamed, commiserated, and rejoiced over each other’s lives. We agonized through a painful church breakup. We stayed up all night for a frighteningly premature birth that almost cost a mother’s life. And we shared many a table of fellowship. [...] [...] This weekend we committed an act of craziness, and Karyn has the details and links to pictures. We did it, to borrow a phrase from U2, “in the name of love.” We have made many wonderful friends here in Philadelphia, but no one outside of our immediate family could be more precious to us than these folks, members of the home group (our church called them Family Groups) we used to lead in Charlottesville. Over the course of several years we prayed, laughed, cried, sweated, dreamed, commiserated, and rejoiced over each other’s lives. We agonized through a painful church breakup. We stayed up all night for a frighteningly premature birth that almost cost a mother’s life. And we shared many a table of fellowship. [...]

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