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	<title>Comments on: Wednesday Round Up</title>
	<link>http://averyfineline.com/2007/05/24/wednesday-round-up-2/</link>
	<description>Criticism and commentary on southern gospel music and culture</description>
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		<title>By: David Bruce Murray</title>
		<link>http://averyfineline.com/2007/05/24/wednesday-round-up-2/#comment-26081</link>
		<dc:creator>David Bruce Murray</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 25 May 2007 17:20:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Is the group name "Austin's Bridge" or "Austins Bridge?" I wrote the review using the apostrophe, but the CD cover doesn't have one.

The possessive, then, would be "Austins Bridge's," which still feels odd to say, but looks better in print, I suppose.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Is the group name &#8220;Austin&#8217;s Bridge&#8221; or &#8220;Austins Bridge?&#8221; I wrote the review using the apostrophe, but the CD cover doesn&#8217;t have one.</p>
<p>The possessive, then, would be &#8220;Austins Bridge&#8217;s,&#8221; which still feels odd to say, but looks better in print, I suppose.</p>
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		<title>By: CVH</title>
		<link>http://averyfineline.com/2007/05/24/wednesday-round-up-2/#comment-25273</link>
		<dc:creator>CVH</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 24 May 2007 17:10:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Re: #5 - In an age of Christianity-lite the "ultimate healing" viewpoint reflects the culture's inability to process life and death in both its seriousness and its simplicity.  To me Ecclesiastes 3 has always summed it up best:

For everything there is a season,
And a time for every matter under heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to seek, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to throw away;
A time to tear, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate,
A time for war, and a time for peace.

Gilda Radner put it this way:

I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity.

Put that in a southern gospel lyric.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Re: #5 - In an age of Christianity-lite the &#8220;ultimate healing&#8221; viewpoint reflects the culture&#8217;s inability to process life and death in both its seriousness and its simplicity.  To me Ecclesiastes 3 has always summed it up best:</p>
<p>For everything there is a season,<br />
And a time for every matter under heaven:<br />
A time to be born, and a time to die;<br />
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;<br />
A time to kill, and a time to heal;<br />
A time to break down, and a time to build up;<br />
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;<br />
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;<br />
A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;<br />
A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing;<br />
A time to seek, and a time to lose;<br />
A time to keep, and a time to throw away;<br />
A time to tear, and a time to sew;<br />
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;<br />
A time to love, and a time to hate,<br />
A time for war, and a time for peace.</p>
<p>Gilda Radner put it this way:</p>
<p>I wanted a perfect ending. Now I&#8217;ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don&#8217;t rhyme, and some stories don&#8217;t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what&#8217;s going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity.</p>
<p>Put that in a southern gospel lyric.</p>
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