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A few years ago my husband came home from work and collapsed on the kitchen floor. He was hemorrhaging heavily. My daughter and I quickly made him as comfortable as possible. He seemed far away, and the thought of death appeared—and then disappeared, as we claimed the gentle, healing activity of the Christ to be powerful and present.
I had spent part of the afternoon writing a message online to someone about a loved hymn, “Mother’s Evening Prayer,” by Mary Baker Eddy (Christian Science Hymnal, No. 207). It begins, “O gentle presence, peace and joy and power; / O Life divine, that owns each waiting hour.” Those words were already singing in my heart when my husband came into the house. I sat with him and quietly said, “God is your life.” He nodded his head. We started to pray the Lord’s Prayer out loud together.
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