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BACK & FORTH
a dialogue with readers
Even though we may be very busy with what we're doing at a particular moment, we can stop and respond to God's shepherding love and direction. God wouldn't move us to do something that would keep us from what is important. In fact, isn't responding to God's impulse really what is most important? Here is how one person found this to be true, and, in the context of today's too-common indifference, God's guidance has an invaluable worth that actually touches all of us.
I have been on a job search but made sending this story to you a priority. Recently I went downtown to meet a friend of mine who lives in Los Angeles. After chatting for a while and going to the Reading Room, I went back to my car,
As I was about to get into the car, the thought came to me, "Don't go home right away. Drive north—keep going straight ahead on this street." So I got in and started going up the street. Twice I found myself trying to turn left, blinkers on and everything. I was trying to get home. But then I'd remember what the "still small voice"—spiritual intuition—had told me, so I switched off the turn signal and continued north on the street. I found a place on the street to park. Then I met two people—a husband and wife—who were very pleasant. They lived in the kind of dwelling homeless people sometimes make—just big enough for a bed and no standing room.
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November 23, 1992 issue
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FROM THE EDITIORS
The Editors
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The Bible: humanity's friend—and yours!
Judith M. Little
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Fresh gratitude—every day
Adrienne Mead Tindall
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Peaches from pine trees?
Judith Hardy Olson
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Nobody is forsaken by God
Warren Bolon, Russ Gerber
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The healing Christ
Richard C. Bergenheim
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The Bible: how it unites us
Mary Metzner Trammell
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I am impelled to write and attest to the healing power of...
R. Brett Bixby
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In 1988 I was exercising with ropes in my backyard
Henry G. Rutledge, Jr.