Article January 24, 1983 Issue

Christian love: the cement of Christ's church

STEVEN LEE FAIR

When someone asks what church means to me, I'm inclined to think of two friends, both Christian Scientists, both of whom I love very much. Yet they couldn't be more different as human beings.

Friend A is an intellectual—loves ideas, loves to share them. She keeps me up to date on the latest developments in science, literature, and art. She devours books. Her life style might be called idiosyncratic and flamboyant, but she's a genuinely moral person. She's warm and caring but abhors anything that smacks of "conventionality."

Friend B is just the opposite of A. He's not much on books, although he reads a few business magazines. We can talk football and basketball together for hours, and he's a walking encyclopedia of sports facts. He watches a lot of TV—"more than I should," he ruefully admits. His life basically revolves around his job and his family, which he adores.

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