When I married I moved next...

When I married I moved next door to a family of Christian Scientists. I liked them at once but paid little attention to their religion until one day when I was planning a dinner for guests, at which a composer was to play.

The morning of the event I awoke with a violent cold. Knowing that the guests would be disappointed if the arrangements were canceled, I asked my neighbor if she thought her practitioner could help me. She expressed assurance that she could, and I called the practitioner. Relief came quickly, and I was so uplifted that I continued with my plans for the dinner, which unfolded even more beautifully than I had hoped. I wanted to acquaint myself with the religion that had made this possible, and when I did I found it to be exactly what I had longed for—a way to accept the teachings of the Bible as facts.

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Signs of the Times
August 15, 1953
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