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The chimney swifts
Every year some swifts come to make a home in the gray stone chimney of a low ranch house. It's a good place for them to live, and they are always welcomed by the people who live there. Very near is a tiny woods with tall trees. In the evenings when the sun is going down, the birds glide and swoop, finding their food. The sky and the treetops are their playground.
Once one of the swifts was far away when a storm came. The other bird sat still on the eggs in the nest, but every little while it would send out a short call, like a signal. The sound went out the chimney and into the storm, as steadily as a light shining from a lighthouse. After a while the bird in the storm came back to the chimney, and the two swifts twittered happily together.

April 22, 1985 issue
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The good soil
SHARON VINCZ ANDREWS
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True worship
HEATHER S. VASEFF
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The prayer that heals
DILYS MORRISON
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Within—not "out there"
GLADYS C. GIRARD
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Working out solutions
GEOFFREY J. BARRATT
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The land of promise
MARTHA SAGE VANG
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The kingdom of heaven concept
ELEANOR YOUNG CLAPP
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The chimney swifts
KARIN SASS
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FROM THE DIRECTORS
THE CHRISTIAN SCIENCE BOARD OF DIRECTORS
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Deserving of God's mercy
BARBARA-JEAN STINSON
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Forward to square one
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Bursting balloons
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Attending my Christian Science Students Association...
TEHMIE N. GAZDAR
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It would seem that a bachelor is never more lonely than when...
DAVID L. HORN with contributions from EVELYN D. HORN
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In my late twenties I passed through what seemed then to be...
ELIZABETH W. SCHULTEN