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		<title>By: heidi ore</title>
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		<dc:creator>heidi ore</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Apr 2009 02:18:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>He is risen - Hallelujah
Why seek thee the  living among the dead - Hallelujah
Remember how he spake unto you - Hallelujah
The son of man must be crucified and the third day rise again -  Hallelujah

This is from TLH and to the best of my knowledge was what we sang to open the sunrise service at St. John&#039;s in Seward Nebraska (family + friends - the trapped family singers)

The Easter Story from my childhood that is shared the most goes like this - mom woke us (Janna, JP and Me) up  very early easter sunday am - saying, the first line of this piece, &quot;he is risen, hallelujah!&quot; - and I, in my early morning haze, returned the call by saying, &quot;why seek thee the living among the dead?&quot; - (best when shared with choirs for some reason)

The second best story is finding the easter candy (jellybeans) in your shoes.  That you wore.  A lot.  And not caring.  At all.  

Happy Happy Easter!  

Keep up those cooking lessons!  I&#039;ll be out for mine too!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>He is risen &#8211; Hallelujah<br />
Why seek thee the  living among the dead &#8211; Hallelujah<br />
Remember how he spake unto you &#8211; Hallelujah<br />
The son of man must be crucified and the third day rise again &#8211;  Hallelujah</p>
<p>This is from TLH and to the best of my knowledge was what we sang to open the sunrise service at St. John&#8217;s in Seward Nebraska (family + friends &#8211; the trapped family singers)</p>
<p>The Easter Story from my childhood that is shared the most goes like this &#8211; mom woke us (Janna, JP and Me) up  very early easter sunday am &#8211; saying, the first line of this piece, &#8220;he is risen, hallelujah!&#8221; &#8211; and I, in my early morning haze, returned the call by saying, &#8220;why seek thee the living among the dead?&#8221; &#8211; (best when shared with choirs for some reason)</p>
<p>The second best story is finding the easter candy (jellybeans) in your shoes.  That you wore.  A lot.  And not caring.  At all.  </p>
<p>Happy Happy Easter!  </p>
<p>Keep up those cooking lessons!  I&#8217;ll be out for mine too!</p>
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		<title>By: Becky Pfabe</title>
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		<dc:creator>Becky Pfabe</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Apr 2009 02:51:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Happy Easter Connie and Charles!</description>
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		<title>By: Becky Pfabe</title>
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		<dc:creator>Becky Pfabe</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 09 Apr 2009 02:22:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Connie, I think I ate lunch next to some Italian Mafia when we were in Rome.  I&#039;m sure they were just businessmen, but....   Oh, how I vividly remember being in the choir with you at Easter time.  Some of the same things are sung 30 years later!  Blessings!  Becky</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Connie, I think I ate lunch next to some Italian Mafia when we were in Rome.  I&#8217;m sure they were just businessmen, but&#8230;.   Oh, how I vividly remember being in the choir with you at Easter time.  Some of the same things are sung 30 years later!  Blessings!  Becky</p>
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