<?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-5132567703091149429</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:31:51.285-07:00</updated><category term='Lancaster'/><category term='Embryo'/><category term='snowflake'/><category term='National Day of Prayer Summit'/><category term='adoption'/><title type='text'>In the News</title><subtitle type='html'>Just Remember this; "All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing. " Edmund Burke</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twotonguesofire.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132567703091149429/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twotonguesofire.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jeff Lancaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822304078866281220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-myWPoygdlIA/Tb7w1WJa6MI/AAAAAAAAABo/voUwO6JmX0w/s220/snapshot%2B14.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132567703091149429.post-7852407948533685155</id><published>2010-05-20T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T15:10:23.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picking Flowers</title><content type='html'>As I look out my office window I am greeted by the splendor of God's creation. Resplendent with pinks, whites and various shades of greens the winter &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;throws&lt;/span&gt; off it's winter cloak and reveals a vibrant spring. The humming birds flit from flower to flower, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wilst&lt;/span&gt; the wind blow gently, only briefly in this hour. The bee's are digging for sweet nectar in fluted flours, song birds singing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;resplendent&lt;/span&gt; tunes with delicate power. All this goes on as the earth groans and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;lurches&lt;/span&gt; toward a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;magnificent&lt;/span&gt; hour, a triumph of time, birthed from a word divine. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Fear mongers&lt;/span&gt; growl and howl there taunts while my twin little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grand girls&lt;/span&gt; capture my thoughts. What mark will I make with a life such as mine? What good might I do with so little time? These thoughts they assail me as days drift to weeks, I am a seed sower that life might bring forth some laughter and sweetness from fields full of dirt. Every year I beat, cut and pull the brambles away, every year truck a running in June we do hay. Life keeps moving towards &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;destiny's&lt;/span&gt; song. Sung by my savior so lovingly strong. No challenge shall slow me or dislodge my tune as summer comes calling nigh the month of June.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132567703091149429-7852407948533685155?l=twotonguesofire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twotonguesofire.blogspot.com/feeds/7852407948533685155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twotonguesofire.blogspot.com/2010/05/picking-flowers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132567703091149429/posts/default/7852407948533685155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132567703091149429/posts/default/7852407948533685155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twotonguesofire.blogspot.com/2010/05/picking-flowers.html' title='Picking Flowers'/><author><name>Jeff Lancaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822304078866281220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-myWPoygdlIA/Tb7w1WJa6MI/AAAAAAAAABo/voUwO6JmX0w/s220/snapshot%2B14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132567703091149429.post-8674587751161786820</id><published>2010-04-04T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T18:08:50.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sack Lunches</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sack Lunches for Our Troops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; I put my carry-on in the luggage compartment and sat down in my assigned seat. It was going to be a long flight. 'I'm glad I have a good book to read. Perhaps I will get a short nap,' I thought. Just before take-off, a line of soldiers came down the aisle and filled all the vacant seats, totally surrounding me. I decided to start a conversation. 'Where are you headed?' I asked the soldier seated nearest to me. 'Petawawa. We'll be there for two weeks for special training, and then we're being deployed to Afghanistan After flying for about an hour, an announcement was made that sack lunches were available for five dollars. It would be several hours before we reached the east, and I quickly decided a lunch would help pass the time... As I reached for my wallet, I overheard a soldier ask his buddy if he planned to buy lunch.  'No, that seems like a lot of money for just a sack lunch. Probably wouldn't be worth five bucks.  I'll wait till we get to base.' His friend agreed. I looked around at the other soldiers. None were buying lunch I walked to the back of the plane and handed the flight attendant a fifty dollar bill.  'Take a lunch to all those soldiers.' She grabbed my arms and squeezed tightly. Her eyes wet with tears, she thanked me. 'My son was a soldier in Iraq; it's almost like you are doing it for him.' Picking up ten sacks, she headed up the aisle to where the soldiers were seated. She stopped at my seat and asked, 'Which do you like best - beef or chicken?' 'Chicken,' I replied, wondering why she asked. She turned and went to the front of plane, returning a minute later with a dinner plate from first class.  'This is your thanks...' After we finished eating, I went again to the back of the plane, heading for the rest room. A man stopped me. 'I saw what you did. I want to be part of it. Here, take this.' He handed me twenty-five dollars. Soon after I returned to my seat, I saw the Flight Captain coming down the aisle, looking at the aisle numbers as he walked, I hoped he was not looking for me, but noticed he was looking at the numbers only on my side of the plane. When he got to my row he stopped, smiled, held out his hand and said, 'I want to shake your hand.' Quickly unfastening my seatbelt I stood and took the Captain's hand. With a booming voice he said, 'I was a soldier and I was a military pilot. Once, someone bought me a lunch. It was an act of kindness I never forgot.' I was embarrassed when applause was heard from all of the passengers. Later I walked to the front of the plane so I could stretch my legs. A man who was seated about six rows in front of me reached out his hand, wanting to shake mine. He left another twenty-five dollars in my palm. When we landed I gathered my belongings and started to deplane. Waiting just inside the airplane door was a man who stopped me, put something in my shirt pocket, turned, and walked away without saying a word. Another twenty-five dollars! Upon entering the terminal, I saw the soldiers gathering for their trip to the base. I walked over to them and handed them seventy-five dollars. 'It will take you some time to reach the base. It will be about time for a sandwich. God Bless You.' Ten young men left that flight feeling the love and respect of their fellow travelers.  As I walked briskly to my car, I whispered a prayer for their safe return. These soldiers were giving their all for our country. I could only give them a couple of meals. It seemed so little... A veteran is someone who, at one point in his life, wrote a blank check made payable to 'The United States of America  ' for an amount of 'up to and including my life.' That is Honor, and there are way too many people in this country who no longer understand it.'  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Let us pray....   Prayer for our soldiers:   'Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands. Protect them as they protect us. Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us in our time of need. Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Author Unkown &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you enjoyed this, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I certainly did, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;JL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132567703091149429-8674587751161786820?l=twotonguesofire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twotonguesofire.blogspot.com/feeds/8674587751161786820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twotonguesofire.blogspot.com/2010/04/sack-lunches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132567703091149429/posts/default/8674587751161786820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132567703091149429/posts/default/8674587751161786820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twotonguesofire.blogspot.com/2010/04/sack-lunches.html' title='Sack Lunches'/><author><name>Jeff Lancaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822304078866281220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-myWPoygdlIA/Tb7w1WJa6MI/AAAAAAAAABo/voUwO6JmX0w/s220/snapshot%2B14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5132567703091149429.post-903963807281223916</id><published>2010-03-22T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T21:05:36.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mass Healing in TV Studio</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just Thought you might enjoy this Jeff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beholding Miracles Nationwide!&lt;br /&gt;An unexpected invitation to speak on the weekly live national broadcast of TBN's service on Friday morning turned into a visitation of the Holy Spirit where hundreds were overcome by the power and presence of God viewed throughout Nicaragua and other places. The studio was packed out and many pastors were there also. It was an explosion! I was very happy to be able to teach and demonstrate clearly the gospel of the kingdom and announce the heavens everyone is crying out to open to already be open since the days of Jesus Christ! While sharing it began to shift the prophetic tomorrow into today and healings began breaking out all over the room and dozens stood only to be blown down by the power of God, right on national TV. To be able also to proclaim the prophetic word over NIcaragua and also prophesy over TBN released tremendous awareness of destiny each time. One woman came 12 hours looking for a miracle. She had stomach disease and unable to walk normally for 4 years and was healed, testifying and walking normally viewed by thousands. An elderly pastor with a cane to help him move was healed and walked back and forth on the platform testifying of being completely healed. Another elderly man also unable to walk without a cane, dropped it and walked on the platform being healed and many, many were touched and healed and encountering God all morning, it was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;This was aired live and is being shown throughout the week on TBN and next week my son Jedidiah will have this service along with other TBN shows with the youth of the nation and others.&lt;br /&gt;The word is to become flesh and not just be taught but be manifested through the lives of the believers!! Yesterday we did a seminar in Managua also in the church we preached Friday night. I shared and God came as I did and this is the normal experience for the house of God, the church, the gate of heaven, the place where God is. Many were touched by God and then Jed taught on the house of God from Genesis 28 leading into the revelation that each believer is a house of God and the gateway of heaven and shared how the world should say as Jacob did when they behold us, "how awesome is this place", being stunned by the reality of God as we carry His presence and power. Then he followed up by sharing how the body of Christ, each believer and all believers globally are the gateway to heaven and heaven to earth. Then we did something one pastor said he had never seen in Nicaragua. We had purchased food for hundreds and there was plenty to be left over as the people made much more. We told the people that before they ate, we would all go out to the streets and bless people with meals, heal the sick and demonstrate what they had learned. The pastors had to take teams of 10 at least and that is exactly what we did. The word became flesh! The testimonies came back through excited believers and weeping pastors. People were saved all over. One was about to kill himself, others were drunk and said that they would sober up and come to church and get saved. Others were in all kinds of difficult situations and wept after prayer, visibly touched by God and coming to Jesus right there. My group saw 3 or 4 saved, touched by God in the streets and the last place we went was a home right across from the church. A woman was in a chair unable to walk, her knees swollen and had been that way for awhile with that condition. We announced the kingdom and Nicaraguans were doing all of this for the first time. We all prayed and His presence began to descend and we helped her to her feet. She was unable to stand without help but then we had her take a step, then another. Then she began walking right there in the house and was healed! Not in a crusade but in a house. She got saved and the other woman in the house got saved! This is what it means to be transformed by the renewing of your mind and proving the will of God which is on earth as it is in heaven!! There were more testimonies streaming in as we were leaving! Then everyone happily ate their meals!!&lt;br /&gt;The seminar and the crusade that evening nearby were held in one of the most dangerous areas of all of Nicaragua. Listen to this! After the service on Friday night a man had been sent to kill the pastor. The pastor told me yesterday in a relaxed way as if these things happen all the time. When the man came near him, he felt fire all over him and told the pastor what he intended to do but ended up giving his life to Jesus Christ instead! At the seminar in the morning a witch was in the meeting! I did not know this until late last night after the crusade. It seems that every time I came near her, she began moving away from me, I honestly could not remember this, as I am always moving around when I speak. Anyway, she finally left the building say, "this man has the Holy Spirit". It was a testimony to the people there I guess but why should Christians be intimidated by darkness as we have someone bigger in us than all the world outside of us!&lt;br /&gt;The crusade was marvellous!! I love getting a chance to be an evangelist sometimes and just preach Jesus Christ. I had a team of NIcaraguans right there beside me and after a short message send women out to those standing around the meeting and God came upon other women watching right on the spot. People were saved, overcome by His presence as the Nicaraguans prayed for them and the sick. A woman testified of tumors on her breasts disappearing, pain gone and healed. Another man had a protruding tumor on his spine and it dissolved and he was doing all kinds of exercises in front of the crowd showing how healed he was, crying the whole time. An elderly man who could not walk without a cane was healed and waving the cane walked in shock back and forth for a long time in front of the crowd, just enjoying his newfound ability to walk! A man who was attacked by a gang and his arm was smashed by a metal pipe wanted to be able to clap his hands and praise God but could not. He was healed and clapped his hands with joy! Another woman had an inflammation of her stomach that caused it to be bulging out and it shrank back to normal, she was healed. One woman could not move her right let and was healed, others testified of pain leaving and spines and backs healed and we did not have time for all the others but Jesus is the same yesterday, today and forever, isn't he!!!&lt;br /&gt;It was a great day in the kingdom and it has been an incredible 11 days so far! You have read this and all the wonderful things God has done! Chicigalpa, Chinandega, Dario, Corinto, Leon, El Viejo, Managua etc. Two crusades, TBN, TV in Dario, Seminars in El Viejo and Managua, feedings, the Dario Dump, Crusades and we are so privileged to be a part of what God is doing around the world!!&lt;br /&gt;We have been able to fund this entire trip through those who respond because they love and care enough to do so. That is all the crusades, transportation, housing and feeding of those that come with us, the feeding all who attended the seminars we have had and then feeding over 100 other people resulting in salvation and miracles. Each meal cost a dollar! Today we have a meeting in a new church somewhere in Managua then off to Dario for 3 days to feed hundreds in the Dario dump and minister tomorrow. I do not hold back from committing to do more, give more and bless more by looking at what I do not have at the moment. Faith works by love and love believes and stretches to touch mankind. We thank those of you who have come alongside of us and made this possible.&lt;br /&gt;May the hundreds that read these wonderful reports rise up to co-labor with our beautiful God and help us to continue moving forward today and the coming week, bless you all!!&lt;br /&gt;earl in Nicaragua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earl and Jana Thurner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;530-605-9954 (Jana`s cell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give@thedesireofallnations.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.thedesireofallnations.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/thedesireofallnations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Desire of All Nations&lt;br /&gt;732 Windlass Way&lt;br /&gt;Sanibel, Florida 33957 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132567703091149429-903963807281223916?l=twotonguesofire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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State</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.protectpregnancycenters.blogspot.com/"&gt;Protect Pregnancy Centers in Washington State&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132567703091149429-4658934220558228933?l=twotonguesofire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.protectpregnancycenters.blogspot.com/' title='Protect Pregnancy Centers in Washington State'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twotonguesofire.blogspot.com/feeds/4658934220558228933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twotonguesofire.blogspot.com/2010/01/protect-pregnancy-centers-in-washington.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132567703091149429/posts/default/4658934220558228933'/><link rel='self' 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Michael Sharman&lt;br /&gt;Column No. 194&lt;br /&gt;Publication Date: October 20, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Title: The 35th Snowflake Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week the National Day of Prayer Task Force held its annual Prayer Summit for prayer leaders from all over America who gathered in Colorado Springs to pray for the nation.&lt;br /&gt;Many of the speakers presented the rampant problems in our country which are in need of prayer, but Maria Lancaster brought her answer to prayer up on the stage with her.&lt;br /&gt;She introduced her six year-old daughter Elisha to the crowd, and the impossibly cute little girl chatted a bit about the important things in her life, such as her stuffed bunny. After a while, Maria asked her to sit with “Miss Lisa” because Mommy needed to talk to the audience for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Maria then told us that her daughter was an adopted “snowflake baby”. &lt;br /&gt;She explained that when couples do fertility treatments, their excess unused embryos are put into a freezer. Her daughter, Maria said, had been frozen for four years before she was taken out of the freezer in Florida, flown by FedEx to Washington State, and then implanted within Maria. &lt;br /&gt;Nine months after being taken from the freezer, Maria’s daughter was born, and now, six years after that, Elisha was onstage in Colorado in her pink and white pinafore dress-and-sweater set talking to us about her stuffed bunny. She was the thirty-fifth snowflake baby born in the U.S. &lt;br /&gt;Maria told us that an enormous number of frozen embryos are just sitting in fertility clinic freezers all across the country. Like snowflakes, every one of them is totally unique, but hundreds of thousands of these little girls and boys are waiting to be adopted, unfrozen, and born. &lt;br /&gt;After couples have finished their in vitro fertilization (IVF) process to complete their own families, there may be excess embryos that were created but not needed for their IVF. Many fertility clinics freeze and store the embryos at their facility for an annual fee. Those couples are given choices about the future for their remaining embryos: adoption, destruction, donation, research or leave them frozen. &lt;br /&gt;As more and more couples do the IVF fertility process, the number of remaining embryos continues to grow. Each year when a couple receives their annual storage fee invoice, they are once again faced with the difficult decision of what to do with those embryos. &lt;br /&gt;On her website is a video of Maria, her husband Jeff, and Elisha. In that video Maria makes this compelling point:  “One of the things that we’ve realized through this process, is that because she had basically been held in suspended animation in two cells in a freezer we’ve become acutely aware that life must begin at conception if a life could be conceived and held frozen for four years in a freezer and then just given a warm womb to grow in and turn into a human being.”&lt;br /&gt;The implications of that overwhelming, incredible thought would not escape Maria and she began a ministry in her church called Embryo Adoption of Cedar Park. Its website is adoptanembryo.net.&lt;br /&gt;Embryo adoption, Maria says, is a solution for those couples who have embryos remaining in limbo after fertility treatments. It is a wonderful solution, she says,  for other couples who have not been able to conceive on their own. &lt;br /&gt;And, Maria points out, “Embryo adoption gets someone out of the freezer!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--END--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5132567703091149429-1417353466381901043?l=twotonguesofire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twotonguesofire.blogspot.com/feeds/1417353466381901043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twotonguesofire.blogspot.com/2009/10/35th-snowflake-baby-by-jmichael-sharman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132567703091149429/posts/default/1417353466381901043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5132567703091149429/posts/default/1417353466381901043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twotonguesofire.blogspot.com/2009/10/35th-snowflake-baby-by-jmichael-sharman.html' title='The 35th Snowflake Baby by J.Michael Sharman'/><author><name>Jeff Lancaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822304078866281220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-myWPoygdlIA/Tb7w1WJa6MI/AAAAAAAAABo/voUwO6JmX0w/s220/snapshot%2B14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
