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	<title>Comments on: Aggie: How I Used to Pray</title>
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		<title>By: AggieAtheist</title>
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		<dc:creator>AggieAtheist</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 09 May 2008 01:16:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>LOL yeah that was pretty much my experience with prayer when I was a small one, too. Once I got older, my prayers were more like the above.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>LOL yeah that was pretty much my experience with prayer when I was a small one, too. Once I got older, my prayers were more like the above.</p>
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		<title>By: Armstrong Survivor</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 09 May 2008 00:03:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My parents would try to teach me to pray, and they&#039;d put me in a room for a half hour so that I could have enough time to pray.  I was six or seven at the time, and I had trouble filling one minute.  They always relented, but it always made me feel as if I wasn&#039;t good enough.

My prayers were, much summarized:
&quot;Hi... be with Mr Armstrong, be with the church... ummm... be with my parents... bye.&quot;  Of course I was much more respectful, you know, God cares about how you address him.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My parents would try to teach me to pray, and they&#8217;d put me in a room for a half hour so that I could have enough time to pray.  I was six or seven at the time, and I had trouble filling one minute.  They always relented, but it always made me feel as if I wasn&#8217;t good enough.</p>
<p>My prayers were, much summarized:<br />
&#8220;Hi&#8230; be with Mr Armstrong, be with the church&#8230; ummm&#8230; be with my parents&#8230; bye.&#8221;  Of course I was much more respectful, you know, God cares about how you address him.</p>
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