<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732090776167687510</id><updated>2011-07-08T01:00:08.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PC's blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pcaog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732090776167687510/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pcaog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pastor Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541585580017918807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXLH3LdmPzI/S6ZgXPI9tAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NCIdjncpd48/S220/pc.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732090776167687510.post-1363778074540604741</id><published>2010-04-10T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T09:11:42.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Under Construction</title><summary type='text'>As I think about growing up in Salem I can hardly gloss over some of the challenges but can't forget the great times either. From fishing at Montauk with my buddies to getting into fights at the Junior High. These things were all apart of me growing up. The Bible in 1 Samuel 2:21 says "the boy, Samuel grew up in the presence of the Lord." Growing up comes natural but growing up in "the presence </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pcaog.blogspot.com/feeds/1363778074540604741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pcaog.blogspot.com/2010/04/under-construction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732090776167687510/posts/default/1363778074540604741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732090776167687510/posts/default/1363778074540604741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pcaog.blogspot.com/2010/04/under-construction.html' title='Under Construction'/><author><name>Pastor Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541585580017918807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXLH3LdmPzI/S6ZgXPI9tAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NCIdjncpd48/S220/pc.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732090776167687510.post-8025928561688285367</id><published>2010-04-08T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T12:48:01.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Me?</title><summary type='text'>The blame game has been going on for 5000 years...since Adam and Eve. The "woman" you gave me was Adam's excuse for his actions. After just finishing the book of Judges in the O.T. I have concluded that mankind, me and you, have not changed much since then. Judges 13:1 says "Again the Israelites did evil in the eyes of the lord..." This wasn't the first time in fact, it happened repeatedly as the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pcaog.blogspot.com/feeds/8025928561688285367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pcaog.blogspot.com/2010/04/who-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732090776167687510/posts/default/8025928561688285367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732090776167687510/posts/default/8025928561688285367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pcaog.blogspot.com/2010/04/who-me.html' title='Who Me?'/><author><name>Pastor Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541585580017918807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXLH3LdmPzI/S6ZgXPI9tAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NCIdjncpd48/S220/pc.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732090776167687510.post-139076013841578568</id><published>2010-04-07T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T08:35:26.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Labor Room</title><summary type='text'>I sure do remember Labor Day 1981. Why? Our oldest son was born on that "LABOR DAY." If I would of had to have the next baby our son would of been an only child! The apostle Paul writes in Gal.4:19 that he was in the "pains of childbirth" for the folks in area of Galatia. They were not were they should of been in their relationship with God. Can you imagine the "labor" in his prayer for them. It </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pcaog.blogspot.com/feeds/139076013841578568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pcaog.blogspot.com/2010/04/labor-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732090776167687510/posts/default/139076013841578568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732090776167687510/posts/default/139076013841578568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pcaog.blogspot.com/2010/04/labor-room.html' title='The Labor Room'/><author><name>Pastor Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541585580017918807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXLH3LdmPzI/S6ZgXPI9tAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NCIdjncpd48/S220/pc.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732090776167687510.post-3244474773581727132</id><published>2010-04-05T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T08:21:52.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Lights in Life</title><summary type='text'>Can you imagine that your born into a home that didn't think they could ever have a baby. Well meet Samson in Judges 13:2,3. Then to top it off, God Himself says that you would be "set apart" for Himself from birth. Expectations galore and a few things God said you should not do all lead to a young man commited to God but a mom who has to say no at times as well. Samson grows up through chapter </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pcaog.blogspot.com/feeds/3244474773581727132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pcaog.blogspot.com/2010/04/red-lights-in-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732090776167687510/posts/default/3244474773581727132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732090776167687510/posts/default/3244474773581727132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pcaog.blogspot.com/2010/04/red-lights-in-life.html' title='Red Lights in Life'/><author><name>Pastor Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05541585580017918807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXLH3LdmPzI/S6ZgXPI9tAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NCIdjncpd48/S220/pc.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
