Article November 16, 1974 ISSUE

Prayer Stretches Our Outlook

MARJORIE M. FARNSWORTH

As I look out of my office window here on the fourteenth floor of the new building we have just occupied, I face toward the west and the distant hills. In between are the many city buildings and high-rise apartments, only partly hidden by occasional green trees. I think of the hundreds and hundreds of people living and working in this area.

I ask myself, "How much am I loving these people?" Are they just a bunch of humans I don't identify with and would prefer to forget? People with lots of problems—of supply, health, mental stress, of hates and fears and frustrations? I may be tempted to say to myself, "I can't do anything about all these people. It's best not to think about them. To think about them only makes me unhappy."

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