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My steppingstone
There are so many tales of how people have found Christian Science. I’ve enjoyed each one I have read and heard. This one is different. It’s not deep, nor is it dramatic. Perhaps it’s amusing. I learned about being a Christian Scientist by reading a novel.
I was a small child at the beginning of the Great Depression. My family’s modest rental home was far on the outskirts of Indianapolis, and although my parents worked, times were difficult—even to the point that our car was repossessed.
About the author
Laurel Smith lives in Santa Barbara, California.

March 11, 2013 issue
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Letters
Carole Westman DaDurka, Racine Dews, Rosanne Wright Goacher, Anna Willis
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God-inspired activity
Tim Terry
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Treat yourself
Doris Edington
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Can hoarding be healed?
Ginger Mack Emden
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'How many minds are there?'
H. M. Wyeth
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My steppingstone
Laurel Smith
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Into the woods
Text and photograph by Craig Kronman
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It's the thought that counts
Deanna Mummert
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The way will open
D' Onna Price
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Courtside prayer
Jeffrey Lewis
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Healed through praising God
Van Driessen with contributions from Christine Driessen
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Persistent prayer heals back pain
Annette Dutenhoffer
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Flu symptoms gone
Jacquelyn Reid
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Freedom from stomach distress
Hélène Brown
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Lincoln and a lesson in liberty
The Editors