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Soaring aspirations
Last year I had the experience of taking my first lessons in gliding. The class was told that this would be a practical course from the outset. It was not a course to tell you about flying but to teach you how to fly. So after a short briefing and weather report, we were out on the airfield donning our parachutes and climbing into the gliders. Our instructors were strapped in behind us in a dual-control position.
Next came the important procedure of cockpit drill to make sure that all the equipment was in perfect order. These thorough checks are made every time you take off, so that you have complete confidence in your craft. Finally, the canopy is safely locked, and you give the signal for the tow cable to be fitted for takeoff. After a short run you are airborne and carried up to a height of several thousand feet.
Then the thrilling moment when you release the cable and your glider flies freely! Keeping your eye on the horizon and watching that your way is clear, you soar to find those warm-air thermals, rising currents of air, which enable you to climb. The view that stretches across several counties is magnificent.
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November 2, 1987 issue
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Answering the king
Nancy Hormel Reinert
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I love them all, except Mr. So-and-So
Michel Coquilleau
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Resilience
Jeanne Steely Laitner
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Dear Father
Mary S. Henderson
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Finding a spiritual solution to financial problems
Mary Alice Bridges Taylor
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The irony of spiritual discovery
Michael D. Rissler
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Soaring aspirations
Ann Kenrick
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Keep on praying!
Paul Hofflund and Anne M. Hofflund
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I was introduced to Christian Science by my husband, who was...
Dorothy Dipuo Maubane
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My previous testimony, published in the Sentinel in 1939, told...
Marjorie M. Turner
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My family and I have been blessed for many years by the study...
Jack F. Petermann
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Recently, while going through the papers of a dear aunt who...
Barbara Sparrow KatterJohn