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		<title>By: Rob Meyer</title>
		<link>http://jeffberryman.com/2007/07/06/hope-alone/#comment-37</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 07 Jul 2007 15:20:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[As an old pessimist, the thought which occurred to me while reading your post was: what is it like to have no hope at all?  Having never experienced that particular sentiment, even in the deepest of depressions (or what passes for depression in my overly-blessed state), it piques my morbid curiosity, especially in light of the many books, poems, plays, movies, etc., containing characters (seemingly) without hope.  My expectations of life are often bleak (the glass is neither half-full nor half-empty, its contents are merely laced with deadly bacteria), yet because there is the belief in God which has been a part of my life since infancy, there has never been a time when hope was gone.  In fact, my internal philosophy has always been: Come rain or shine, feast or famine, I will not despair, for who knows what might happen tomorrow?  I can&#039;t wait to find out!]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>As an old pessimist, the thought which occurred to me while reading your post was: what is it like to have no hope at all?  Having never experienced that particular sentiment, even in the deepest of depressions (or what passes for depression in my overly-blessed state), it piques my morbid curiosity, especially in light of the many books, poems, plays, movies, etc., containing characters (seemingly) without hope.  My expectations of life are often bleak (the glass is neither half-full nor half-empty, its contents are merely laced with deadly bacteria), yet because there is the belief in God which has been a part of my life since infancy, there has never been a time when hope was gone.  In fact, my internal philosophy has always been: Come rain or shine, feast or famine, I will not despair, for who knows what might happen tomorrow?  I can&#8217;t wait to find out!</p>
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		<title>By: Jeff Grady</title>
		<link>http://jeffberryman.com/2007/07/06/hope-alone/#comment-36</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Jul 2007 14:26:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A thought tangential to your core point, but your &quot;life movie&quot; analogy reminded me of another theatrical analogy developed one summer in Abilene (with your help).  That we always want to assume we are the main character in every plot.  But that sometimes what is a seamingly major life event to us is only an incidental scene in the perhaps much more major life event in someone else&#039;s plot.  

In the end, there is a master screen writer who is in control.  While I will certainly not understand all that happens, I am comforted.  

I need to play every part with passion and meaning, no matter how major or minor ...]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A thought tangential to your core point, but your &#8220;life movie&#8221; analogy reminded me of another theatrical analogy developed one summer in Abilene (with your help).  That we always want to assume we are the main character in every plot.  But that sometimes what is a seamingly major life event to us is only an incidental scene in the perhaps much more major life event in someone else&#8217;s plot.  </p>
<p>In the end, there is a master screen writer who is in control.  While I will certainly not understand all that happens, I am comforted.  </p>
<p>I need to play every part with passion and meaning, no matter how major or minor &#8230;</p>
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