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How I prayed about a wildfire
I have always found great comfort and hope in the story of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego (see Daniel, chapter 3). The Bible tells us these Hebrew captives were bound and thrown into a fiery furnace by the king of Babylon because they refused to worship his golden idol. But when the king looked into the furnace, he was amazed to find the three walking around in the midst of the fire unharmed—and that there was a fourth person among them who was “like the Son of God.” The astonished king let the Hebrews out of the furnace and blessed them, and he honored their God.
What was going on here? Was the Son of God just suddenly present in the furnace? I don’t think so. Each of these Hebrew men had lived a God-centered life before the furnace incident. They loved God and obeyed the First Commandment, putting God above all else. They prayed and feasted on God’s Word and did not waver in the face of false authority or a threat to their lives.
The humble, steadfast faithfulness of these men enabled them to realize that the Christ—the spiritual understanding and representation of God—was present, walking with them. And this understanding saved them from the fiery furnace.
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April 20, 2020 issue
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From the readers
Cathy Edge, Peggy West, Elizabeth Francis
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Unity in the workplace
Nancy James
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Relationship status: Loved by God
Heidi Kleinsmith Salter
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Christian Science isn’t “mind over matter”
Thomas Mitchinson
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How I prayed about a wildfire
Joan McCormick
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Not afraid but not naive
Nathan Talbot
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God helped me when I felt scared
Charlotte
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Injured eye quickly healed
Nikki Paulk with contributions from Stephen Paulk
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God’s love breaks through
Lynn Mahoney
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Knowing God as “Father-Mother” heals
Charlotte G. Kinney
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Peck and shed
Lona Ingwerson
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Not what I appear to be
Robbin McCarter
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Losing labels, finding ourselves
Larissa Snorek