At
a certain summer resort on the Atlantic Coast, a little child used to delight in watching some fishermen as they would row out through the surf to bring in their haul from the deep-sea fishing grounds.
By permission of The Christian Science Board of Directors I accepted invitations to speak on Christian Science to three small groups of non-Christian Scientists.
A recent careful check on the subscriptions to the Christian Science literature being mailed direct from The Christian Science Publishing Society in Boston to those interested within the state prisons, finds nearly every recipient expressing profound gratitude for the literature.
On
the walls of one of the offices in the Administration Building of The Mother Church is a painting which portrays the story of Jesus in conversation with a certain rich man.
"Praise
his name"! How significant an exhortation is this, and yet how much of its meaning has become lost through centuries of ritulistic worship! Unless one's thinking is spiritually clear and correct, one is apt to pass over the phrase hastily, with all too scant a recognition of its import.
