Dear Sentinel

From children and teenagers

with contributions from Nathan Staunton, Lauren Herzer

Dear Sentinel,

I had a friend come over one day. We started to play, and then he said he didn't feel so good. I started to tell him about when I didn't feel so good, and how God helped me. Then I said, "If I can be healed, you can be healed. God just doesn't shed His light on one, but on everyone."

He got up. We went into the front yard, and he started playing with me. Then a little while later he said he was feeling better.

Nathan Staunton
Rochester, Michigan

Dear Sentinel,

I first attended camp in the summer before sixth grade and had two of the most adventure-filled weeks of my life. Unfortunately, the first two days I was sick to my stomach with homesickness. I called my parents and begged them to let me come home. My mom encouraged me to stay for at least a couple of days to see if I liked it. I felt awful the way I kept my roommates up with my constant coughing throughout the night and my sniffles, as I thought of home.

This was a camp for Christian Scientists. A counselor talked to me about where home really was and is. I knew that my fear of being away from home was the root of my feelings of sickness and despair. What I had to do was pull the fear up by the roots and discard it.

On page 58 of Science and Health, Mary Baker Eddy writes, "Home is the dearest spot on earth...." Because I had already figured out that God was always where I was, this statement helped me a lot. I finally understood that since God was with me and I am dear to Him, I had to be in "the dearest spot on earth." This idea clicked, and my coughing and sniffles were gone in an instant. Later in the day I was outside playing soccer and making new friends.

The rest of the two weeks was thrilling. I fell in love with that place and the never-ending love that filled the air. The girls in my cabin never said anything negative about my coughing, and we all became fast friends. By that I reflect God's unlimited love and that I am always in the dearest spot, I am able to find adventure every day and love where it is needed. Thanks, God!

Lauren Herzer
Laguna Niguel, California

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