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<rdf:RDF xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:swim="http://www.danielsjourney.com/blog/admin/data/schemas/danielsblog"><item><dc:title/><dc:description>It&amp;apos;s T day 2001 and I don&amp;apos;t want to tell anyone what the fuck I&amp;apos;m thankful about. God and I have an understanding for once in my life. I am able to see Him every day and not be confused if it&amp;apos;s just &amp;quot;me&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;Him;&amp;quot; i am realistic about my own ability to live a moral and otherwise unrealistically perfect life, which leaves me even more reliant on my faith, which I&amp;apos;m more sure of every day, even as it gets more and more simple: I believe in the work of the redemptive story of Jesus in my life. I&amp;apos;m not an evangelist for anything but the arts. I don&amp;apos;t have any faith in any institution or book (i.e. the church or the bible), but i have more faith than ever in people and stories.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;i&amp;apos;m making a europe page and will scan the pictures from the trip and put it all together in two weeks. next week we&amp;apos;re in CA. cul.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;in the meantime you can read up on it, if it&amp;apos;s off the bottom of this page, in the archives....&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;cheers&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>7323781</dc:identifier><dc:subject/><dc:creator>daniel miller</dc:creator><dc:date>Thursday, November 22, 2001</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item></rdf:RDF>
