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What Tony the tortoise taught me about prayer
When I was a little girl, I had a pet tortoise. I called him Tony, and I loved him. I had no brothers or sisters, so he meant a great deal to me.
When my parents and I went to the seaside for a holiday, Tony came with us. We stayed in a hotel with large gardens that had thick, tall plants, and that’s where Tony spent his vacation.
Two days before we were due to leave for home, we couldn’t find Tony when we searched for him in the garden. Even after it was dark, we kept looking for him with a flashlight. He had a red reflector on his shell, but we still couldn’t find him.
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February 3, 2025 issue
View IssueEditorial
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Winning the battle with loneliness
Jan Keeler Vincent
Articles
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No silos
Caryl Emra Farkas
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A sonnet to magnify the Lord
Carol Dismore
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The “kingdom of heaven” on the subway
Elizabeth S. Massey
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I learned to see Love everywhere
Carolyn Lees
Kids
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What Tony the tortoise taught me about prayer
Gillian Fraser
Healings
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Shoulder pain quickly overcome
Heather Bauer
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Freedom after water-skiing accident
Louise M. Whalley
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Truth heals stomach pain
Ricky Callaghan
Bible Lens
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Spirit
February 3–9, 2025
Letters & Conversations
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Letters & Conversations
Bob Minnocci, Dilys Bell, Rosemary Deary, Bruce Richardson