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One morning as I was getting ready to go to work, a friend...
One morning as I was getting ready to go to work, a friend knocked on the door and told me my son had been involved in a car accident, and was terribly hurt. He had identified my son to the police himself. He said, "You must go to the scene right away."
As I was getting dressed, I was thinking of what "the scientific statement of being" says (see Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures by Mrs. Eddy, p. 468): that man is spiritual, the image of God. Then I prayed the Lord's Prayer. On the way, I was holding to the fact that I had no other consciousness but that of God's goodness and I would have no other mind to guide me before divine Mind.
I had been studying the Christian Science Bible Lesson that morning, and my son had come to my thought. Not knowing what had happened at that particular time, I had affirmed that God is in control of all His children, and that in that control God takes care of all my family, and the universe.
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February 21, 1994 issue
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from the Editors
The Editors
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About nets
Sandra M. Justad
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Frustration melted and life renewed
Mark Swinney
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Measuring Goliath?
Hugh Pendexter III
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The embrace of true fatherliness
Beulah M. Roegge with contributions from Robert L. T. Holcomb
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Environmental tragedy is not inevitable
Dawn Lambert
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The question of vice
Richard C. Bergenheim
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Class instruction in Christian Science: it's primary
Barbara M. Vining
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Praising God
Lora Taylor Gray
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It happened during a short bus tour—one night I had nightmare...
Evelyn P. Jensen
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One morning as I was getting ready to go to work, a friend...
Nellie Whiteside with contributions from Albert E. Whiteside
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I often visit a friend who has two cats
Ruth P. Denison
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"Are we really grateful for the good already received?...
Barbara A. Muench