Last October , several members from our local branch Church of Christ, Scientist, attended the Christian Science nursing meeting hosted by another branch church in our area. A robust conversation took place about how we care for each other in our churches, and how each one of us was expressing Christian Science nursing qualities—such as spiritual poise, listening, and kindness—in practical ways.
Recently, a gentleman in great distress came into our Christian Science Reading Room. He needed prayer, food, and money for the bus.
Our granddaughter Cassidy was to spend the weekend with us. We needed to pick her up from school, but I was nauseous and very uncomfortable.
Recently, instead of being annoyed by the gardener at the park using a noisy weed cutter in an otherwise peaceful environment, I cheerfully remarked, “You think you’ve done your job, and the next time you’re here, the grass has grown again!” We both laughed. As I thought about the grass, I realized that just as it continues to grow, even after being cut down, so do we often feel “cut down” by tragedies, hardship, criticism, and disappointment.
The Discoverer and Founder of Christian Science, Mary Baker Eddy, cites Daniel Webster twice in her Prose Works to dismiss the view that Christianity is “fit only for women and weak men. ” To refute this claim, so belittling of the exercise of spiritual power, she quotes two decidedly not weak men: the French emperor Napoleon, who changed the face of Europe by force of arms, and New Englander Daniel Webster, who moved a new nation by the power of his words.
The Bible is a virtual testament to the many ways in which God delivers humanity from enemies, afflictions, and even itself. When the children of Israel were delivered from the Egyptians at the Red Sea, Daniel from the lions, and the Hebrew boys from the flames, it was God who answered their need.
Your invitation in a recent issue to write for the Christian Science periodicals was a welcome nudge to renew my effort to contribute something again. But what? Late one night as I humbly sat down at the computer in the hope an idea would come, I unexpectedly found a draft of a letter I had started to you two years ago, and forgotten about, after my first testimony was published in the periodicals.
EMPHATIC! “The time for thinkers has come. ” DEMANDING! “Behold, now is the accepted time; behold, now is the day of salvation.
For several years now, I’ve had a nagging regret that I’ve been trying to push under the rug. Each time I think about this certain situation, I feel a deep sense of loss.
A tightrope walker balances on the tightrope, holding the bar firmly in his hands. He steadies his step by looking above the bar, not under.