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Sometimes we may feel as though we are stuck in a pattern of negative thoughts and experiences, believing we are a compilation of characteristics handed down by our parents, or a result of events, habits, or challenges. If you’ve ever felt this way, there is a permanent solution.
Church is a big game-changer. It has helped me broaden my scope, pray more effectively, and experience and witness more healings.
I was standing at the bus stop, waiting for my bus. The scene was depressing.
When I was a child, my mother would take me to see a Christian Science practitioner when I didn’t feel well. It was such a good experience that I remember sometimes saying, “Please, Momma, take me to that nice lady.
I often carry my smartphone in a rear pocket of my trousers. Rather than sitting on the phone, when I used a ride sharing car recently, I took it out and laid it on the seat next to me—then forgot to take it with me when I left the car.
It was a quiet evening and I had just made myself a cup of hot chocolate. I was pleased with myself and my day until I mistakenly laid my hand on the hot burner on the stove where, moments before, the milk for the hot chocolate had been.
“Be a sunflower,” a friend posted online—a reminder to me to focus my attention on God, as young sunflowers track the sun. Not long afterward, I was on an early morning dog walk and marveled at a vast field of sunflowers, all turned upward toward the rising sun.
With a gentle laugh, a friend asked if, after reading the Bible all my life, there was some reason I didn’t know it by now. How could I get anything new out of it? His questions were sincere.
I’ve worked full time as a librarian of a Christian Science Reading Room for many years. It’s a unique position, one I’ve found to be just as important and rewarding as other positions within the church organization.
Have you heard the expression “two sides of the same coin”? It means that two things are very closely related even though they seem different. I’ve learned that the “coin” of personal sense is a worthless coin.