This past spring I attempted to launch myself over a bar with a bendy stick. I learned how to pole vault.
I came into Christian Science as a result of my parents’ search for God. It was in Nigeria, where they were, humanly speaking, poor and uneducated and were struggling to raise a family of six children.
Feed my lambs. —Christ Jesus, John 21:15 .
Not enough? Or not enough to heal myself? Or not enough in this kind of situation? But what if your so-called honest, human estimate of how much you know of Christian Science is just plain inaccurate? In other words, what if you’re capable of understanding right now incredibly more than you’ve been supposing you can? It would be like a fabulous life-changing gift. The fact is that gift has already been given to us by divine grace and the infinite Love, which is God.
My friend, a Christian Scientist, sighed on the other end of the phone. “I don’t think I’ve had a healing in quite a while,” she said.
Last summer my husband and I went to an art gallery to look at the work of a local artist who is well known in religious circles. I had seen his wonderful paintings of the 12 disciples in a local church during a concert and was interested in his other works.
“Hold perpetually this thought,—that it is the spiritual idea, the Holy Ghost and Christ, which enables you to demonstrate, with scientific certainty, the rule of healing, based upon its divine Principle, Love, underlying, overlying, and encompassing all true being” (Mary Baker Eddy, Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures, p. 496 ).
Christian Science Sentinel Your purpose can’t be thwarted! by Schuyler Sackett “One day I went to a meeting, feeling very anxious about ‘what’s to become of me?’ I was running late, and as I dashed through a small courtyard in an office complex, I noticed a tiny Christian Science Reading Room. It had only one small window, which was dominated by a poster that stopped me in my tracks.
A woman called a Christian Science practitioner to ask him to support her as she prayed for her husband. Her husband taught at a university, and it appeared that one of his classes would not meet the enrollment requirement.
I have a dog called Pintado (which means “Spotty” in English). He used to live on the streets, and he was very skinny and poorly cared for.