I’d been waiting for this trip for years. At my school, we get the special opportunity to go to Costa Rica in eighth grade.
In sixth grade, I got excited about playing football, but didn’t know how I could do it. For much of my childhood, I hadn’t been able to participate in sports, because I was hampered by a physical problem.
Over the summer, I worked as a counselor-in-training at a camp for Christian Scientists. During the first session, it seemed like there was a stomach bug going around—and I was one of the people who got it.
I’d asked a friend to trim the split ends from my waist-length hair. She ended up cutting off four inches.
I didn’t expect a trip to Central America to lead to a discussion about religion and spirituality. But that’s what happened during my senior year of high school.
In middle school, I began to suffer with symptoms of depression, though at the time I didn’t know what was wrong. A gnawing sadness and loneliness characterized my thoughts.
During his first few weeks at college, this writer found himself in a situation he’d never encountered before: having to live with someone who was pretending he didn’t exist because of the color of his skin. Read on to discover how prayer broke through prejudice.
In the middle of a frightening situation, one teen found that instead of fear and panic, he could feel the peace of God’s presence—and that turned everything around.
A healing of a cold turns into a lesson on how to pray effectively.
I am not the perfect Christian Science teenager. Maybe there’s no such thing.