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A Zigzag Course
I was sixteen. Really looking for something to get my teeth into. At that time the Christian Science Sunday School didn't do it for me. I hated having to fake it at church—the smiles, and the "how are you's—I'm fine's." Feeling like a hypocrite, I dropped it. The Sunday School teachers tried hard, but God seemed too far away.
I wanted to bring God up close, make Him touchable. I didn't know I would dry up so many streams in the process. First, to be one of the guys, I drank alcohol. No enlightenment in that, only hangovers. A couple of years later I was living on my own. The excitement of the hippie movement caused me to feel like a new bird coming out of his shell. I consumed a wide assortment of drugs in the hope that they would guide me to God.

January 18, 1975 issue
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"Slow me down, Lord!"
JAMES K. KYSER
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Immunity from Contagion
HELEN L. CONNELLY
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Let Trust Displace Worry
ROBERT JOHN ROBERTS
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Understanding the Nothingness of Evil
BRITTA LYSHEIM MIERITZ
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A Zigzag Course
DAVID FOWLER
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Imperishable Substance
WANDA D. HUGHES
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Where Is Beauty?
DORIS E. WHITFORD
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After the Horse Ride
Julie M. Harris
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Dealing with the Population Explosion
Geoffrey J. Barratt
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Mental influences: The Great Hoax
Naomi Price
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In the Preface of the Christian Science textbook we read, "To...
Dorothy Irene Morris
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Some years ago I worked in an area of a big city that was considered...
Jean Lundahl Jayne
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My mother learned of Christian Science more than seventy...
Faith Walker Axtell with contributions from Amelia C. Rothrock
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Early one Saturday afternoon I was riding my bicycle down a...
Duncan Robert Moon with contributions from Lucille E. Dowson