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In the summertime I usually hike, swim, ride my bike, or play...
In the summertime I usually hike, swim, ride my bike, or play with my friends. But one summer day, I didn't feel much like going outside. So I just stayed in bed.
That night I was very hot and couldn't sleep. My mom came to my room, and we sang the hymn "'Feed My Sheep'" with words by Mrs. Eddy (see Christian Science Hymnal, No. 304). Soon my head didn't feel dizzy anymore. I know what David from the Bible meant when he wrote (Ps. 42:8), "Yet the Lord will command his loving-kindness in the daytime, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life."
But then I started to get scared again. I couldn't figure out what was happening. Mom said, "You know what this is? This is called fever. Mrs. Eddy says in Science and Health (p. 376), 'Destroy fear, and you end fever.'" Then she asked me if I was afraid of anything. When I told her no, she said, "Good! Then you can't have a fever."
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June 22, 1981 issue
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Healing through spiritual means
BRYAN G. POPE
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Don't pollute the mental atmosphere!
BETTY JANE CAMPBELL
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Keeping the perfect model in view
JAMES MARSHALL FABIAN
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How do I know I'm growing spiritually?
EDMONDE L. ST. JOHN
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Thought for every day
JOSEPH W. PADDOCK
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You have authority: use it!
JULIUS EVANS
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Father, You lead
NORMAN H. WILLIAMS
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Following through
RICHARD CLAUDE HAW
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Advance!
J. WOODRUFF SMITH
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What did you accept today?
NANCY E. CONWELL
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Truth versus slander
DeWITT JOHN
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Traffic lights
Elizabeth Bice Luerssen
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As a student of Christian Science who has had...
MARGARET E. POWELL
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In the summertime I usually hike, swim, ride my bike, or play...
ALEXANDRA BRITT SALOMON
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Over many years of studying Christian Science and putting it...
FREDERICK R. BELLMAR
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When I was married (over fifty years ago), our lives seemed to...
CLARA MARY SHEARER