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Zero can't be multiplied
As Roger was getting ready for bed one evening, he told his mother, "My throat hurts. What if this becomes a cold, and I have to miss the parade tomorrow? I can't play my trombone with a cold, and the director is expecting me to be there."
"Roger, has God ever let you down?" his mother replied, sitting down beside him. "Let's remember some of the truths you know about God and man."
Roger had attended a Christian Science Sunday School since the time he could walk and had learned there many wonderful truths from the Bible. One of the most important was about his relationship to God as God's son, as Christ Jesus taught. He had learned that this is a relationship of spiritual oneness with perfection that can be proved anytime, anywhere, through healing. Many times he himself had already proved this. He remembered severe cuts that had been quickly healed, a bad fall on his bike, an injured toe.
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March 5, 1979 issue
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Truth—the world's savior from destructive evil
DAVID G. MUTCH
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Ambition: unselfish or mad?
BARBARA JUERGENS FOX
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Faring well
HELEN R. CONROYD
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Our income
Jane Huelster Hanson
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Letters to the Press
Allison W. Phinney
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The straight and narrow way
Doris Kerns Quinn
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Before the world was, health is
JOHN J. SELOVER
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The practice of divine law
GRACE ARCHER DUNBAR
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Healing homosexuality
STEVEN LEE FAIR
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A case of mistaken identity?
BERTSCH DOAN
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Producing crops without sowing seeds?
Nathan A. Talbot
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Annulling the time factor
Naomi Price
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Zero can't be multiplied
Martha Swanson Bruck
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Over ten years ago I was told by a physician that I had leukemia
Edna B. Montague with contributions from Jean Montague
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I was not looking for healing
Ruth M. Fraser with contributions from Donald S. Jones, Esther Coombs Jones
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In 1966 my right arm and leg were suddenly useless
Cora B. Cabaniss
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One evening I accidentally grasped the handle of an iron...
Noreen Gredell