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My husband sang in an Episcopal church choir as a young...
My husband sang in an Episcopal church choir as a young boy; I had never been in a church until I was sixteen and had gone to a boarding school where we were required to attend services monthly. I hated this—to me churches were dark and clammy, the sermons long and boring, and the organ music frightening, reminding me of a scary Lon Chaney movie I had seen.
When our boys were young, we felt they should have some religious training. We knew it would mean more to them if we also attended church, although we didn't want them to be taught something we could not believe ourselves. My husband, being a very thorough person, started looking into different Christian denominations. He found some good in all of them, of course, but still not the truth for which he was searching. In the meantime we started holding family meetings on Saturday mornings.

October 31, 1994 issue
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The light so necessary to Christian healing
Melissa Mills Talbot
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Highest and best use of our lives
Terri Higgins Murdock
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A true friend
Dorothy Edith Seaman
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Conquering fear
Julio C. Rivas T.
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A child's bedtime poem
Carol C. Gaetjen
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How was your day?
Eleanor D. Duram
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Strangers "in a strange land"
Helene S. Maris
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FROM HAND TO HAND
M. B.
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Where love is found
William E. Moody
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To be perfect in love
Richard C. Bergenheim
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