Article September 13, 1999 Issue

Dear Sentinel,

Jo Lackey

Several years ago, our front door blew open during a storm when we weren't at home. One of our cats, Charlotte, ran outside. Returning home several hours later, we immediately noticed that Charlotte was nowhere to be found. We weren't too worried, because our cats occasionally sneak outside, but they always return home by nightfall. Even so, my mom and I both started praying independently about the situation. I flipped through the Christian Science Hymnal, and Hymn 100 caught my eye. It's based on the ninety-first Psalm, and it says,

His tender love and watchful care
Shall free thee from the fowler's snare.
He over thee His wings shall spread,
To cover thy unguarded head,
And from the noisome pestilence
His truth shall be thy strong defense.