FROM HAND TO HAND

The Sentinel is meant to be shared. In a world that is increasingly hungry for spiritual meaning, the Sentinel provides vital nourishment. Here's how one of our readers shared it.*

A sudden decision to spend the next three days at the coast had our family hurriedly packing their bags in order to leave within the hour. I chose three Christian Science Sentinels to take, trusting God's directing as to where they should go. Our weekend was a delight. We enjoyed swimming, walking, and exploring the town. Everywhere we went, Sentinels came too. I looked earnestly into the faces I passed, whether in the shops, the streets, or at the beach. But the seekers I hoped to find proved elusive, and the Sentinels remained with me. Finally it was time to leave for home. The car was packed, and the family waiting for me to join them. I walked to the house next door to return the keys to the owner. She asked about our weekend and said, "Seeing your girls so happy made me think of my grandchildren. They are very young, and they are growing up in a strange world. I feel that the young people of today need something more. What is it?"

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