As a kid, she’d loved Christian Science. But as high school graduation neared, none of what she’d learned in Sunday School made sense anymore. Or so she thought.
This camp counselor hadn’t had many healings of his own when he injured himself at camp. But even though the injury didn’t seem like a big deal, he realized this was still an opportunity to pray.
On a windy day, this teen found herself dumped into the ocean when her sailboat capsized. She’d never been able to right a boat by herself before. What would make the difference this time?
In those moments of feeling God’s presence, of feeling the vastness of divine Love, the unstoppability of Life, the stages of grief seemed to evaporate like a mist when the sun shines through.
People in Ethiopia, where I am living, are being internally displaced because of an escalating civil war, and some are fleeing to neighboring countries. I have been praying because I have been deeply distressed by the magnitude of this problem and what I have been hearing in the news and in the community around me.
After he became a teenager, this author began to dislike attending Sunday School and didn’t want to go back. But it was more than a shift in class dynamics that changed his attitude; it was a spiritual breakthrough.