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A friend and I were playing in the garage
A friend and I were playing in the garage. My fingers got caught in the garage door. They were smashed flat.
My mom called a Christian Science practitioner. We prayed and knew that accidents cannot happen to God's spiritual child, because God is good and God is All. In about forty-five minutes the shape of my fingers became normal, and soon I could move them normally.
Philip Mayor
Lafayette, Indiana
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February 13, 1989 issue
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No more "Why me?"
Deborah Skillin Dibble
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Where are the boats?
Judith Lynn Moore
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Healing grief about loved ones
Thomas Richard Mitchinson
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The rainbow's promise
Gloria Delroy
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Moving day
Joanne Mazna Garinger
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Where is our closet?
Edward G. Karst
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What death does not do
Allison W. Phinney, Jr.
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Single-hearted devotion
Michael D. Rissler
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The Christ appears
Eleanor Henderson Buser
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This long overdue testimony comes from a heart full of gratitude...
Mildred E. Dougherty
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I am profoundly grateful that my parents were introduced...
Robert A. Charbeneau
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Christian Science is the greatest gift given to me by my grandmother...
Donna Jean Murray Brewer
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A friend and I were playing in the garage
Philip Mayor with contributions from Janet Mayor
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From hand to hand
The Editors with contributions from L. B. R.