Editorial October 19, 1992 Issue

Praying together

Mary Metzner Trammell

The phone rang about 4:30 a.m. one Sunday not long ago. It was my daughter calling from halfway across the country—and in great pain.

Her husband had been reading to her from Science and Health for a couple of hours. But somehow, she felt worse than ever.

At first I thought she wanted me to hang up and quietly pray for her. But she said urgently, "No, Mom. Talk to me." I knew what she meant. She wanted me to talk to her about God.

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