You Needn't Be Robbed

"I have a headache," my husband said one Sunday morning as we were getting breakfast before leaving the house for our local Christian Science church, where he was to serve as Reader. For a moment I stood silently, waiting for the right angel thought to come. Any day, but on Sundays particularly, we just didn't have time to put up with errors of this sort!

"There are no robbers in this house!" I exclaimed.

NEXT IN THIS ISSUE
Article
Forgive Them
December 8, 1973
Contents

We'd love to hear from you!

Easily submit your testimonies, articles, and poems online.

Submit