Deep
within our hearts—even if we can't put it into words, even if it has seemed far from prevalent in our lives up to this point—every one of us can know what real love is, and how it ought to be expressed.
Our
own history is a record of the development, the changes, the discoveries, the achievements, the battles and setbacks, as well as the victories, in our lives.
In
contrast to the prominent and persistent media attention being given to the findings and perplexities of genetic research, ever since last December a particular statement in Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures by Mary Baker Eddy has been grabbing my attention.
It
used to be that every afternoon on my way home from work I would pass an office building where I saw a couple of rope handrails stretched out from the entrance to the building.
