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"I felt I was standing in a doorway ..."
It was the first day of my sophomore year at college. "Sarah!" three young women shouted in unison as I rounded the corner of the hall, suitcase in hand. Two of them were friends of mine from the year before—Amy and Heather. The other woman was Stacy, the only student remaining from the previous year on my dormitory floor, though I didn't know her well.
I did know that Stacy was a Christian Scientist, and I was curious about that, since I only knew that Christian Scientists didn't go to the doctor when they got sick, and didn't drink alcohol, or smoke. I had heard that some were accused of abusing their children by not seeking medical treatment. I had a relative who was a Christian Scientist, but since I had a grandfather, great-grandfather, three uncles, two aunts, and now one sister and my mother, all in the medical profession, I had never considered that there was any real alternative to medical treatment.
Youth can't limit you
Jan Kassahn Keeler
Colliding cultures? Or one universal family under God?
Isabel F. Bates
Optimism among students
with contributions from Bartley
Divine logic and healing
Janet Doud Driskill
Lynn G. Jackson
Catch the Spirit!
Wayne L. Bart, Jr.
A world in need of healers
William E. Moody
Prayer for the press
As a teenager I was introduced to Christian Science, and soon...
Recently I was in our annual high-school musical
Karin Hendrickson with contributions from Eileen Hendrickson
During World War II, I was an infantryman in the British Eighth...
John David Wilson
Ever since I was seven years old, I had a quest for the truth...