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"I'm not hurt"
In moments of need, you can turn to your heavenly Parent and experience healing.
My sister and I had just had a wonderful time swimming in a neighbor's pool with several friends. As usual, after we had changed our clothes, we went to the old-fashioned washing machine to wring out our bathing suits.
I obviously wasn't paying attention to what I was doing, for suddenly one of my hands became caught in the wringer. I started to scream, as did some of the other girls, as I tried to pull my hand out of the machine. But it was wedged in too tight. Then my sister realized she could pull the plug. The machine stopped just before my wrist went between the two rollers. My hand was then released, and I immediately ran home to my mother.
My mother had been taking my two sisters and me to the Christian Science Sunday School regularly, and she was an active church member. All of us were learning about God's great love and care for His children. We were learning that because God is infinite Love, filling all space, man cannot for an instant be separated from Him. God is everywhere. We also were being taught that because God is our real Father-Mother, constantly watching over each of us and caring for us at all times, we never need be afraid, no matter how threatening the situation may seem to be.
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June 7, 1993 issue
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From the Editors
The Editors
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Never ask for tomorrow
Irene Schanche Bowker
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"There is a lad here ..."
Joe Eller
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The pursuit of happiness
Bruno Leuschner K.
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"I'm not hurt"
Joanne Ward Humbert
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Left alone?
Lindsay Langton
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Christian Science class instruction: nurturing the desire to heal
William E. Moody
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Supply—not a material condition
Russ Gerber
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Sarah's solution
Sybil M. Ely
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I became acquainted with Christian Science about twelve...
Barbara B. McDonnell
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Not long ago when my daughter and I were driving to the...
J. Susan Jacobsen