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One day in September 1992, a cousin's wife ran to my house...
One day in September 1992, a cousin's wife ran to my house crying for help. She was gripped with such fear that she could not explain what had happened.
After I allayed her fear by affirming the truth that God is always in control of man and is all-loving, she told me that her friend had just swallowed a deadly poison. After ingesting it she had run away because of a domestic quarrel with her husband.
I didn't bother demanding more about the cause of the quarrel, but resorted to tracing the whereabouts of the woman. After a short pursuit, I caught up with her; she was staggering. When I was demanding to know where she was going, she fell down at my feet, foaming at the mouth.
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May 15, 1995 issue
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Hunger for health
Barbara Jean White
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Rescue is always at hand
William G. Stephens
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Rediscovering the Bible
by Kim Shippey
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The pink diamond ring
Patti May Cangiano
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Knowing true love for what it is—spiritual!
Written for the Sentinel
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Have you met any VIPs?
Myrtle Smyth
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Religious freedom—always to be "demanded and cherished"
William E. Moody
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Your response to the Simpson trial—why it counts
Mary Metzner Trammell
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One day in September 1992, a cousin's wife ran to my house...
Kephas Obiero Rodo with contributions from Margaret Songa
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Christian Science came to our family when my grandmother...
Dana A. Nesbitt