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As publicanruled by emperor ego,I pursued my duty:checked each pilgrim's progress,exacted taxes due—criticism's revenue (sometimes more)—amid roars of protest,and yet I felt no richer than before.
Burdened by the unjust weightsI placed on others' properties,sick of more when more was less,I was driven up a tree.Secretly, in the closet of my leaves,I prayed for decency. Writhing,I repented, and confessed I soughta lighter occupation, a sweeter rest.
Human efficiency and divine order
James Scott Rosebush
Richard Marshall Moore
The giving that counts most
Barbara R. Pettis
Hassles—or opportunities to trust God more?
Virginia T. Guffin
God, me, and the jellyfish
Julio C. Rivas T.
Dear Father ...
Expressing what means most
William E. Moody
A new record
Jeannie J. Ferber
Human rights, our response
Michael D. Rissler
Better than swimming in the river
Mary Lee S. O'Neal
Simple words of truth, as understood in Christian Science, can...
Lewis Granville Black with contributions from David E. Black
Like many others, I feel a written testimony of my gratitude for...
Linda Mary Kirkbride
Last summer I took swimming lessons
Kristen Jennifer Hayes with contributions from Constance R. Hayes
Recently as I was reading a testimony of mine published in The Christian Science Journal...
Martha Jane Richardson