<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss version="2.0"
	xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"
	xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"
	xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"
	xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/"
		>
<channel>
	<title>Comments on: Rundown 4/1</title>
	<atom:link href="http://www.hereandnow.org/2009/04/rundown-41/feed/" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" />
	<link>http://www.hereandnow.org/2009/04/rundown-41/</link>
	<description>National and international news analysis, film, theater, music and more, from WBUR and PRI</description>
	<lastBuildDate>Fri, 19 Mar 2010 22:26:37 -0400</lastBuildDate>
	<generator>http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.2</generator>
	<sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod>
	<sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency>
		<item>
		<title>By: Mary Scriver</title>
		<link>http://www.hereandnow.org/2009/04/rundown-41/comment-page-1/#comment-343</link>
		<dc:creator>Mary Scriver</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Apr 2009 19:33:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.hereandnow.org/?p=2904#comment-343</guid>
		<description>Loved the frog story!  One spring twenty-five years ago I was serving a small congregation near Seattle.  They were a lively bunch: artists, teachers, musicians, and so on.  One Sunday I gave out directions for a Frog Celebration.  They were to wear frog t-shirts and sweats, bring stuffed frogs, remember frog songs (&quot;Froggie Went a Courtin&#039;&quot;) , and one boy brought a big jar of real frogs while a second brought tadpoles.  I still have a frog candle another boy molded out of warm wax.  When I left (I was only an interim) they gave me a frog windsock.  The whole idea was spring, metamorphosis, song, and jubilation.  The order of service told when to do what -- &quot;Trust me!&quot; I said and they did.  A little sermonette at the end pulled it all together.

They still remember it.

Mary Scriver
(Prairie Mary)
Valier,Montana  (Vah-LEER)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Loved the frog story!  One spring twenty-five years ago I was serving a small congregation near Seattle.  They were a lively bunch: artists, teachers, musicians, and so on.  One Sunday I gave out directions for a Frog Celebration.  They were to wear frog t-shirts and sweats, bring stuffed frogs, remember frog songs (&#8220;Froggie Went a Courtin&#8217;&#8221;) , and one boy brought a big jar of real frogs while a second brought tadpoles.  I still have a frog candle another boy molded out of warm wax.  When I left (I was only an interim) they gave me a frog windsock.  The whole idea was spring, metamorphosis, song, and jubilation.  The order of service told when to do what &#8212; &#8220;Trust me!&#8221; I said and they did.  A little sermonette at the end pulled it all together.</p>
<p>They still remember it.</p>
<p>Mary Scriver<br />
(Prairie Mary)<br />
Valier,Montana  (Vah-LEER)</p>
]]></content:encoded>
	</item>
</channel>
</rss>
