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One morning several years ago I fell down a long flight of tile...
One morning several years ago I fell down a long flight of tile stairs in my home. The fall rendered me temporarily unconscious. Two of our children were there, and my husband suggested they go to their rooms to pray. Some moments later I regained consciousness, and the first thing I saw was our little daughter standing on the stairs above me with an open Bible in her hands. With a radiant smile she said, "Look what I found, Mommy. It says here, 'Shake thyself from the dust; arise'" (Isa. 52:2).
Feeling quite helpless at the time, I was nevertheless profoundly touched by our daughter's pure, childlike trust. And so, with great effort and the assistance of my husband, I made it to bed. It appeared that some internal injury was causing acute pain.
Since I was scheduled to serve that morning as librarian of the local Reading Room, I began to consider what to do about getting a substitute. After some deliberation, I decided to go.
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April 11, 1988 issue
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Ascending hearts
Joe Eller
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Keeping score
Helen Louise Oehler
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Cherishing those "millions of unprejudiced minds"
Robert A. Wilkin
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Early morning prayer
Margaret H. Sullivan
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Instantaneous healing
Karen Daub Bedinger
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Perfect timing
Susan Denise-Holloway
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Quod erat demonstrandum
Florence Lee Rheam
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Something must be done, something we can do
Allison W. Phinney, Jr.
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Wanted: words of love
William E. Moody
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I Wore glasses for a number of years before I was introduced...
Amelda A. Sobrian
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One morning several years ago I fell down a long flight of tile...
Joyce D. Wethe with contributions from Robin Wethe Altman
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In The First Church of Christ, Scientist, and Miscellany by...
Louise K. Tupper
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It is with a deep sense of gratitude and love for God and...
Marjorie R. Williams
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I'm grateful that I was raised by parents who approached life...
Gale L. Wrausmann