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This article is part of a series appearing occasionally in the Journal,  the Christian Science Sentinel,  and The Herald of Christian Science.  Each article aims to correct some misconception about Christian Science that would keep us from having the results we so desire as spiritual healers.

As children of God, we each express the divine character. Divine means from or like God.

John Bunyan’s book The Pilgrim’s Progress is valued as one of the most significant works of theological fiction in English literature. It describes the long, toilsome search of our hero, “Christian,” for the “Celestial City,” the kingdom of God.

Father-Mother God, Loving me,— Guard me when I sleep; Guide my little feet Up to Thee. (Mary Baker Eddy, Poems, p.

Once on a flight, I was reading a book on my iPad and got a notification that someone was trying to share a picture with me. Since I didn’t know anyone else on the flight, I assumed it was a mistake and declined the request.

This term usually reminds me of sports. Athletes often refer to being “in the zone” when they are so mentally focused on what they are doing that they, for example, break a record in track, hit a home run or pitch a shutout in baseball, or achieve a personal best score during a figure skating competition.

When I worked as an intern for The Mother Church in 2022, I was part of a team that reached out to students in Africa to encourage them to start Christian Science organizations (CSOs) in their schools. The aim of these organizations is to support spiritual growth, healings, and service to others and to foster a deeper understanding of what Christian Science is all about.

More than a year ago, I had an interview at a consulate in my hometown for the purpose of getting a visa for an overseas trip. After my visa application was approved, I was told to go back to the consulate the following week with my letter of approval in order to retrieve my passport and visa.

One morning a friend contacted me and said that his son, a friend of my son’s, had run away after they’d had a fight. He wondered if my son or I might know where he was.

I remember the first time I washed feet. In my early teens, I’d been asked to help take care of my grandma whom I was living with at the time.