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Making your way forward
Looking longingly at the past? Perhaps we think that life was happier or simpler then.
When you're driving a car, you need to keep looking ahead. Of course, you'll glance occasionally in the rearview mirror. But to get anywhere, you'll have to look ahead. As with cars, so with living.
We're sometimes drawn into the trap of looking longingly at the past. Maybe the house is filled with heirlooms that we've become overly attached to. Sometimes we get bogged down going over past regrets, or even past accomplishments. Whatever form the backward focus takes, it can get in the way of progress.
There's a very instructive illustration of this human tendency to look back. A man named Lot lives with his family in the city of Sodom (see Gen., chaps. 18, 19). God warns him to flee the city, since it is going to be destroyed. Lot and his family evacuate as earthquakes and fire began to erupt. God gives them one more warning, "Don't look back."
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April 16, 2001 issue
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There is a way out
Cyril Rakhmanoff
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YOUR LETTERS
with contributions from Brenda Smith, Diana Hayden, Malcolm Leith, Margaret Wylie
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items of interest
with contributions from Millard Fuller, Gerald Shenk, Alex P. Kellogg
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Beyond cycles of boom & bust
Name removed by request
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ENOUGH TO SHARE
Herman
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WHEN YOU'RE DOWNSIZED
David Hilton
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RUBY EARRINGS
Jean Alicia Elster
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THREE ON THE CHOPPING BLOCK
Marjorie Funston
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Three scenes from my back lawn
By Enrique Smeke
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Making your way forward
By Stephanie Johnson
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The door's open
By John Selover
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Science and Health changes a life
Phyllis Lloyd
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A quick healing
Brian J. S. Kissock
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A child prays
Andrea Ham
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Pain gone within five minutes
Thomas W. Carman
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Shingles gone in two days
Lilian Jones
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Daily inspiration leads to full healing
Bruce Winters
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God's answer to burglary
By Robert Storm
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My friend from Lynn
Mary Trammell