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	<title>Comments on: Why don&#8217;t we pray? &#8211; Part 4</title>
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		<title>By: Ruth c</title>
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		<description>Here`s a story that Jean brand told us on Counselling Course last year about ` why we don`t pray`. It is a story that simultaneously offended me and resonated with me. :razz:  :cry: 

Let me set the scene, Jane Austen`s England, a country village in the shimmering sun. Sophie is walking along listening to songbirds when gallantly strolling towards her is Mr. Darcy. As he approaches he smiles , tips his hat and wishes Sophie good day.  :roll: The next day in great anticipation Sophie strolls the same route and this time is delighted to be engaged in conversation by Mr. Darcy. He asks if she will meet him the next day, under the willow tree at the village Green at 2pm. Sophie gladly accepts.  :oops: 
The next morning Sophie eagerly prepares herself with pritties dress and new bonnet. Asthe special time approaches she skips along to agreed willow tree and waits and waits and waits. Mr Darcy for some unforeseen circumstance doesnt appear and a liitle crushed Sophie returns home.  :cry: 
The following day Sophie is in town and happens to bump into Mr D who apologises for his absence but rearranges to meet the next day. ;-) 
Once again Sophie prepares a little less excitedly but arrives in good time and waits and yes Mr D fails to materialise. :cry: 
A week or so later when Sophie sees Mr D and he again offers to meet her she agrees but decides not to turn up. :evil: 

Do you know, I still havent `got it ` but it does offend and resonate with my experiences of prayer times !  Help anyone ?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Here`s a story that Jean brand told us on Counselling Course last year about ` why we don`t pray`. It is a story that simultaneously offended me and resonated with me. <img src='http://rupertward.cce.uk.net/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_razz.gif' alt=':razz:' class='wp-smiley' />   <img src='http://rupertward.cce.uk.net/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_cry.gif' alt=':cry:' class='wp-smiley' />  </p>
<p>Let me set the scene, Jane Austen`s England, a country village in the shimmering sun. Sophie is walking along listening to songbirds when gallantly strolling towards her is Mr. Darcy. As he approaches he smiles , tips his hat and wishes Sophie good day.  <img src='http://rupertward.cce.uk.net/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_rolleyes.gif' alt=':roll:' class='wp-smiley' />  The next day in great anticipation Sophie strolls the same route and this time is delighted to be engaged in conversation by Mr. Darcy. He asks if she will meet him the next day, under the willow tree at the village Green at 2pm. Sophie gladly accepts.  <img src='http://rupertward.cce.uk.net/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_redface.gif' alt=':oops:' class='wp-smiley' /><br />
The next morning Sophie eagerly prepares herself with pritties dress and new bonnet. Asthe special time approaches she skips along to agreed willow tree and waits and waits and waits. Mr Darcy for some unforeseen circumstance doesnt appear and a liitle crushed Sophie returns home.  <img src='http://rupertward.cce.uk.net/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_cry.gif' alt=':cry:' class='wp-smiley' /><br />
The following day Sophie is in town and happens to bump into Mr D who apologises for his absence but rearranges to meet the next day. <img src='http://rupertward.cce.uk.net/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif' alt=';-)' class='wp-smiley' /><br />
Once again Sophie prepares a little less excitedly but arrives in good time and waits and yes Mr D fails to materialise. <img src='http://rupertward.cce.uk.net/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_cry.gif' alt=':cry:' class='wp-smiley' /><br />
A week or so later when Sophie sees Mr D and he again offers to meet her she agrees but decides not to turn up. <img src='http://rupertward.cce.uk.net/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_evil.gif' alt=':evil:' class='wp-smiley' />  </p>
<p>Do you know, I still havent `got it ` but it does offend and resonate with my experiences of prayer times !  Help anyone ?</p>
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