July 24, 2000
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From the Editors
You could see
the fire roaring through the little metal door that the engineer would open periodically to throw in some coal.
When the June 12 Sentinel arrived, I immediately read the encouraging articles on fatherhood, preceding Father's Day.
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In a survey
of Consumer Reports subscribers, forty-six thousand people were asked to rate standard and alternative, or what are sometimes called complementary, therapies for common medical problems.
Ah ... summer! For many, this time of year includes an opportunity to take a break, relax, perhaps even travel. In setting aside the usual workaday routine, there's one thing you'll want to be sure to keep doing—praying. It can make even the best vacation better.
Many years ago my employers arranged to transfer me to the company's head office, located overseas.
All too often, this author heard screeching tires and then sounds of a crash coming from the intersection behind her house. She's not a city planner or an engineer, yet her prayers led to a permanent solution.
If you've ever grieved for the loss of a loved one, you'll likely appreciate this help in finding peace.
Loving (and loving and loving some more) might well turn an enemy into a friend.
After dinner, I went out for a walk to be alone and to pray. I felt unloved, unappreciated, deserted.
After her brother sped past her on their hike, this young woman, a college athlete, found herself alone, barely able to walk. Yet step by step with God she proceeded, until soon she, too, was racing along.
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Everyone in the world wants to hear of the healing power of God! Share your healings in this magazine.
A few hours later, my wife and I took a five-mile walk, and I felt well and invigorated.
My healing was instantaneous. There was no winding down of symptoms, no recuperation.
I also regained my normal breathing, which had been difficult for about two weeks.
In what can seem like a whirlwind of modern family life, my job is to acknowledge that God is our sole Parent.
In 1970, our daughter was born with a severe rash in the diaper area.
