Article June 6, 2005 ISSUE

A HUNDRED WAYS OF LOVING

Healing is never more than a prayer away from any of us.

By Kim Shippey

CHRISTINE IS EIGHT AND AS BRIGHT AS A BUTTON. TELL HER A BEDTIME STORY with numbers in it, and she'll do the math as you go along to make sure you're not taking too much poetic license.

One afternoon a few weeks ago, she was furious with her mom over some perceived injustice relating to Christine's treatment of her elder sister. Christine's protest was loud and emotional—and lubricated with tears.