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	<title>Comments on: Why do we need soul friends?</title>
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		<title>By: Kent</title>
		<link>http://www.pastorontheloose.com/2009/07/why-do-we-need-soul-friends/comment-page-1/#comment-25</link>
		<dc:creator>Kent</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Jul 2009 16:34:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>There is always the shadow side of our relationships, which doesn&#039;t mean evil or bad.  But there is pain, loss, and grief when a relationship or friendship, such as the one with your friend, ends.  Yet, it is what we do with the loss and the grief.  Does it become a sacred wound?  A sacred wound becomes source of deep love and wisdom that shapes our life, an on going remembrance to what is true and good and really real.  Both in life and in death, soul friends continue to shape us and impact our lives.  Isn&#039;t that a taste of the resurrection life?  
Somehow if there is not pain and loss, then that seems to indicate, to myself anyway, that that relationship wasn&#039;t as deep or as real as I had thought.  Sadly, how many of my friendships have gone by the roadside but there was no grief, only an empty space that quickly gets filled.  
Grief and sadness are the costs of real love and friendship.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>There is always the shadow side of our relationships, which doesn&#8217;t mean evil or bad.  But there is pain, loss, and grief when a relationship or friendship, such as the one with your friend, ends.  Yet, it is what we do with the loss and the grief.  Does it become a sacred wound?  A sacred wound becomes source of deep love and wisdom that shapes our life, an on going remembrance to what is true and good and really real.  Both in life and in death, soul friends continue to shape us and impact our lives.  Isn&#8217;t that a taste of the resurrection life?<br />
Somehow if there is not pain and loss, then that seems to indicate, to myself anyway, that that relationship wasn&#8217;t as deep or as real as I had thought.  Sadly, how many of my friendships have gone by the roadside but there was no grief, only an empty space that quickly gets filled.<br />
Grief and sadness are the costs of real love and friendship.</p>
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		<title>By: Joe Tappainer</title>
		<link>http://www.pastorontheloose.com/2009/07/why-do-we-need-soul-friends/comment-page-1/#comment-23</link>
		<dc:creator>Joe Tappainer</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Jul 2009 17:48:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>What you wrote is so very true. However on the flip side.......the pain cause when one is lost is very great. I lost my soul friend March 13, 1985 when his helecopter went down. I think of Tim often and toast him with a shot of bourbon every memorial day. His uniform lays in Arlington cemitary. His body and those of his squad (9 brave men) were never recovered.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What you wrote is so very true. However on the flip side&#8230;&#8230;.the pain cause when one is lost is very great. I lost my soul friend March 13, 1985 when his helecopter went down. I think of Tim often and toast him with a shot of bourbon every memorial day. His uniform lays in Arlington cemitary. His body and those of his squad (9 brave men) were never recovered.</p>
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