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		<title>Hope Community Church, San Antonio</title>
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		<description>Hope Community Church San Antonio exists to bring Hope through the Gospel and Create Community through family.</description>
		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Dec 2010 10:52:00 +0000</pubDate>
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			<title>What does Hope Community Mean to You?</title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 10 Dec 2010 10:52:00 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator>Chaplain Sabey Rios, Captain, USAF</dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[There is something to be said for an early morning jog. I appreciate the quiet of the morning and the peace of hearing my own footsteps. I love those quiet moments just to pray and chit chat with God. Still on this one particular morning I was running later than usual. I felt like exploring a new route and headed from Military Drive towards 151 [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[There is something to be said for an early morning jog. I appreciate the quiet of the morning and the peace of hearing my own footsteps. I love those quiet moments just to pray and chit chat with God. Still on this one particular morning I was running later than usual. I felt like exploring a new route and headed from Military Drive towards 151 and that is when it happen. I started to pray and just lay out my hearts request. I asked the Lord for a place to worship...a place to just "be" in His presence.<BR/><BR/>In my morning devotional I read a passage of scripture that melted my heart as I realize the courage and the amount of faith that was expressed in Luke chapter one verses 26-38. I thought to myself how many time, like Mary, we say to God "How can it be" like she said in verse 34. She was being told something that was impossible to imagine... She was debating with an angel of God...a messenger of God... she was not willing to go outside her comfort zone...all that she knew... all that she was. she was about to be married...she was about to start a new chapter in life and here is God saying "No...I have a plan for you...that is different than your plan... TRUST ME." How many times do owe find ourselves in that very dialogue with God. Well, I can honestly admit I have had my debates with God. He always wins...but I always seem to delay His progress in my life with my own fears and doubts.<BR/><BR/>I love how the angel states to Mary in the midst of her uncertainty-- "Nothing is impossible for God" in verse 37. Oh how many times has someone mentioned that obvious to me in the middle of my spiritual crisis. Still....I pause in the stillness of those moments and recall how good God has been...How good He is...and that I can trust Him for he is the same yesterday today and forever. As the story goes on we see that Mary has her spiritual epiphany... and in verse 38 her "How can it BE" turns into a "Let it BE to me..." WOW.... what a transformation in a little girl who had everything to lose and she chose God will over her fears and doubts. So there I was...with God's word in my face and so I reflected and then I went for a run.<BR/><BR/>So, as was running I asked God to solidify my season of peace and restoration. I asked Him if he could lead me to a place where I could heal from my spiritual battle wounds...from the memories of harsh and difficult deployments... a place that would feel like coming home each time we came together in fellowship- in worship. I asked the Lord for a place that I didn't have to be Pastor or Leader that I could be follower and parishner. A place that I could find spiritual rest and healing. I saw this small sign sticking out of the grown on the side of the road it read "Hope Community Church" . I walked into the lobby and asked the person at the desk to explain. he said it was a church that was starting and they meet on Sunday. As I walked out into the parking lot I said to myself "How could it be?". As I finished my jog my "How can it BE" turned into a "Let it Be to me..."<BR/><BR/>As I walked into service that first day the warmth of community embraced me immediately. I felt that each hug...each greeting was God's embrace...God's healing touch... God's answer to me. Hope Community Church is a place to be reminded that as God changes our "How can it BE" to "Let it Be done to me.." you are not alone. Whether you come for one visit or decide to become a member of this Community your face...your spirit...your presence will not be forgotten. You will be remembered in prayer. This is a community that reminds you that you are not forgotten...that God has a plan for you...that whatever season you may be in there is a reason you walked into this community... I believe that Hope Community Church is a place that God's fingers stirs the healing pools and will meet my needs-your needs. I am thankful for the powerful ministry of Danny and Michelle Price and I am thankful that God heard my prayer and led me here. Amen!<BR/><BR/>Blessings, Eusebia D. Rios Ch, Capt, USAF<br><br>]]></content:encoded>
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			<title>This is My Story.. This is My Hope Community...</title>
			<link>http://hopecommunitysa.com/blog/2010/10/12/this-is-my-story-this-is-my-hope-community</link>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 12 Oct 2010 10:56:00 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator>Hope Partner</dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[Memories, I begin to think back about peanut butter and shaving cream fights, buttering bread with our tongues and drinking hands behind our backs out of bowls all while the timer clicked away.  Rooms designed for Barbie Princesses, with all our hopes and plans mapped out, number of kids, husband, home, car, career all endless possibilites.  [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Memories, I begin to think back about peanut butter and shaving cream fights, buttering bread with our tongues and drinking hands behind our backs out of bowls all while the timer clicked away.  Rooms designed for Barbie Princesses, with all our hopes and plans mapped out, number of kids, husband, home, car, career all endless possibilites.  Pinching, tickling, bicycle races in bed, songs we sang, clubs we joined, craftes we made, my memories are so sweet. <BR/><BR/>Then I remember red and blistered by the sun, being pushed down the stairs, forced to smoke, being punched and choked, yelled at and made to feel less than. Men with uncontrolled eyes and hand, feelings of desperation and emptiness, feeling filthy and not worthy of Love, believed this was what I deserved,  Dreams of parents fighting, parents hitting, parents drinking, kept me wondering and unable to determine the reality of the situations.<BR/><BR/>Shattered, scattered pieces of my life, swept away by long crying nights.  Only seven but in control, always calm, always ready to take care, to mend, and to bring together.  My feelings of responsiblity crippled me, overwhelmed my chance to be a child.  So many hurting people!  Feelings of being not good enough for anyone not even me, still haunt my thoughts.<BR/><BR/>And in these times, I remember the sweet.  The day the littlest sister cried in my arms and felt I was her mom, the lawn mower surfing, the paths in the leaves, cooking for my mom as she was asleep.  Family trips to the cheese country, long rides to Missouri, time with the people I love and cherish. <BR/><BR/>These thoughts bring me joy and sadness, sorrow and hope, for I now know God was with me and I was never alone.  He brought my husband and through all our trials and tribulations. He has made me focus on the healer and redeemer of all people.  Christ.  His focus and love I have come to unravel makes me smile on my past and it all brings me laughter.  He has held me.  He has shaped me, and He has taught me that I am worthy.  This is my story, this is my song...  This is my "Hope Community."<br><br>]]></content:encoded>
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