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I remember once teaching a class of junior-high-school students who were judged to be slow readers. One student, a seventh grader, had worked with tutors and had extra help since she was very young but still could read at only a second-grade level. She resented being in a class for, as she perceived it, "dumb people." She didn't try to keep it a secret that she was angry and frustrated with everything and everyone around her.
When I met with the girl and her parents, I told them that the time had come to work hard at learning to read well. And not just for a few weeks, or even a couple of months, but for the whole school year. This student was ripe for progress; she only needed to claim it and do the work necessary. I told her I'd help if she wanted it.
I prayed about this class. I loved the fact that every child there expressed the intelligence of God. And surprisingly I found myself loving these students even though they sometimes looked at me with eyes full of anger. There was improvement for all of the students in the class that year and, best of all, by June that one girl was reading at her own grade level. Like that young woman, we all want live of hope and progress, and the following pages of this Sentinel give practical help about how to pray and improve.
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August 9, 1993 issue
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The Editors
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You can take it with you!
Kim Shippey
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The power of Christ in relationships
E. W. Gutelius, Jr.
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Progress, and redeeming our unredeemed strengths
Donald R. Rippberger
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Hope in hard times
Margaret Coleman Brown Poyser
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Progress—"the law of God"
William E. Moody
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The angels of healing—sweet and tough
Mary Metzner Trammell
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"It was because we prayed"
Asher Stephen Jones
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"Let the redeemed of the Lord say so, whom he hath redeemed...
Betty Jean Kistler
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About a year ago, when I picked up my son from the baby...
Roberta D. Janson