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			<pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2009 21:27:16 GMT</pubDate>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2009 11:38:32 GMT</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[<p>An eye witness account from New York<br /><br />City , on a cold day in December,<br /><br />some years ago: A little boy,<br /><br />about 10-years-old, was standing before a shoe store on the<br /><br />roadway, barefooted, peering through the window, and shivering<br /><br />with cold.<br /><br />A lady approached the young boy and said,<br /><br />&#x27;My, but you&#x27;re in such deep thought staring in that window!&#x27;<br /><br />&#x27;I was asking God to give me a pair of<br /><br />shoes,&#x27; was the boy&#x27;s reply.<br /><br />The lady took him by the hand, went into<br /><br />the store, and asked the clerk to get half a dozen pairs of socks<br /><br />for the boy. She then asked if he could give her a basin of water<br /><br />and a towel. He quickly brought them to her.<br /><br />She took the little fellow to the back<br /><br />part of the store and, removing her gloves, knelt down, washed<br /><br />his little feet, and dried them with the towel.<br /><br />By this time, the clerk had returned with<br /><br />the socks.. Placing a pair upon the boy&#x27;s feet, she purchased him<br /><br />a pair of shoes...<br /><br />She tied up the remaining pairs of socks<br /><br />and gave them to him.. She patted him on the head and said, &#x27;No<br /><br />doubt, you will be more comfortable now.&#x27;<br /><br />As she turned to go, the astonished kid<br /><br />caught her by the hand, and looking up into her face, with tears<br /><br />in his eyes, asked her.<br /><br />&#x27;Are you God&#x27;s wife?&#x27;<br /><br />... &#x5b;&#xa0;<a href="/blogentry/32818">More</a>&#xa0;&#x5d;</p>]]></description>
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