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As a schoolgirl Helen had been hugely influenced by religion.
From the days of Sunday school she had continued with church attendance through her teens and had found the community of the church to be a support to her and that she too had been a contributor to the community through her beliefs.
However, lately, she had been less inclined to go to church and, like so many busy people, had stopped making her weekly visit to see old friends or to take communion.
The sophistication of modern society had seduced her away from the church by making even her weekends busy and by offering logic and reasoning such that the church seemed to offer less and less.
Less because science seemed so easily to squeeze any place that a God might chose to reside and less because the false gods of profit and fulfilment were being thrust on her as they are on all who are bombarded with what passes for 24 hour news and entertainment.
What had happened yesterday, with David, and during the evening at the library, was that Helen had enjoyed a blossoming of hope that perhaps she had been wrong to dismiss her God. That perhaps a place had been created from within which a God COULD observe, intervene and create.
Helen decided that next Sunday she probably would go to church.