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Trumpeting—in countless ways
My friend plays a trumpet as if God put it in his hands.
And He did.
Thank God!
For God trumpets in countless ways.
Each special.
Each needed.
Each heart-freeing.
And thank God too for His trumpeters—
Those glad yielders of minds, hands, hearts—
Yielders to His purpose.
Thus is God's magnificent music heard—in countless ways.
GORDON R. CLARKE
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September 22, 1986 issue
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When appeals to humanitarianism fail
MARIO TOSTO
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Mite
ELIZABETH KEYES WILLIAMS
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The only true advantage
JEANNIE J. FERBER
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Taking the fear out of exams
WENDY ANN SPOOR
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Never isolated, never alone
LYNN A. GRAY JACKSON
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Reaching decisions through prayer
ELLIS DRAUGHON
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Encompassing all
JOAN M. STAGG
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How to overcome a bad disposition
JEAN S. BRANCH
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What Love can do
CAROLYN B. SWAN
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Can we live without goodness?
WILLIAM E. MOODY
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Trumpeting—in countless ways
GORDON R. CLARKE
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In divine Love's arms
Joan Sieber Ware
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There are students who attend Christian Science Sunday Schools...
JAMES LLEWELLYN HEILAND
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When my mother passed on, I was left with the lovely home...
LILLIAN E. EDDS
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Throughout the years (well over forty-five) that our family has...
FLORA M. OBERHOLTZ
