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Two years ago when my husband passed on, I was First Reader...
Two years ago when my husband passed on, I was First Reader in my church. Even though I was now living by myself, I was mindful that each time I turned the latchkey to my door I was entering a sanctuary, where I would continue to commune with the Christ. This gave me peace and security.
If friends who were bringing me home would offer to go inside to see that everything was all right, I would thank them and confidently say that it wasn't necessary. My church congregation was very supportive. A family member drew my attention to Hymn 278 in the Christian Science Hymnal, which reminded me that home and heaven are within me, and that I was "cared for, watched over, beloved and protected."
About three months later, however, when the Second Reader and I were practicing for a Sunday service, I suddenly was overcome with emotion. It was a momentary thing that soon found me back on track, but it happened several times. I really began to pray and search the Scriptures and Science and Health, when my emotion began to interfere ever so subtly with the Sunday service on occasion.
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December 18, 1995 issue
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Church and state: not opponents, but brethren
Beulah M. Roegge
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The foundation of good government
Allan Arthur Bradley
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Women's conference in China
by Kim Shippey
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God's family can't be dysfunctional
Beverly Ledwith
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The Christmas message about birth
Richard Biever
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Forgiveness is not merely an act
Evelyn Whitfield
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God's loving gift: the Ten Commandments
Jan Johnston
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The ten-mile hike
Julia Ann Westphal
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The blessing of seeing clearly
Mary Helen Tscherny
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Not having to live with regret
Russ Gerber
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Truth, not time
Lawrence T. Campbell
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Christmas in October
Mary Metzner Trammell
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Two years ago when my husband passed on, I was First Reader...
Ruth Dearstyne Carlson