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Christmas Eve of 1977, I found my husband...
Christmas Eve of 1977, I found my husband unconscious. Since I was alone, I thought about phoning a Christian Science nurse for assistance. However, I began to realize that my real need was to prayerfully cherish the Christ-idea, the man of God's perfect creating, who is unseen to the mortal senses. So I held steadfastly to this scientific understanding of life and identity.
These concluding verses from Mary Baker Eddy's poem "Christmas Morn" were constantly in my thought as I prayed into the night (Poems, p. 29):
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December 17, 1979 issue
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Managing money in marriage
CAROLYN B. SWAN
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Who are you listening to?
GENELLE AUSTIN-LETT
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Come to the revival
JOHN PAXTON QUALTROUGH
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Self-abnegation does not mean
JONATHAN WILLIAM YOST
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Self-consciousness— what self?
HELEN R. CONROYD
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At-one
FRANCES ELMINA BROWN
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Freedom from the Herods of today
MURIEL ROADMAN
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Maintain the facts
PENNY MARABEAS
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You, wanted and needed now
GEOFFREY J. BARRATT
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The chain of being
NATHAN A. TALBOT
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Matt passed the test!
Carole Ann Brickner
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Christmas Eve of 1977, I found my husband...
NAOMI AAL with contributions from RALPH O. AAL
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In October 1978 I fell down the drain well of a basement window
SABRA VAN CLEEF
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Christian Science has changed my life as dramatically as it has...
ANNE-MARIE ALANIOU