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One day, as I planned a lesson for my Sunday School class the following week, I came upon the meaning of the word grace. As it is used in the Bible, I understand its meaning to have an aspect of undeserved goodness, such as when someone does you a favor unexpectedly.
Each Christmas season I read the story of Jesus’ birth from the Gospel of Matthew (see chap. 2:1–11 ).
I had been studying Christian Science for a little over a year when a fellow Christian Scientist presented me with three Christmas gifts: a bottle of perfume, a box of chocolates, and a three-month subscription to The Christian Science Monitor. I was pleased with the first two gifts, but not so pleased with the third.
The first verse of a hymn frequently sung this time of year says, referring to Jesus: “.
Many Bible students turn to the Psalms for inspiration, comfort, and guidance. Often the beautiful truths recorded there become a foundation for prayer for oneself or for others.
Who doesn’t wish to feel whole and healthy? In the King James version of the Bible, the book of John tells of “a certain man” who waited for 38 years to be healed of an unnamed malady, so he could carry on a fuller life (see John 5:2–14 ). Every day, he sat by the same pool—called Bethesda—hoping for the periodic angel visitor to stir the water.
The Large Hadron Collider (LHC) experiment at CERN, in Switzerland, has attracted much attention. Scientists there hope that by smashing subatomic particles at high speeds, they can recreate the environment of the so-called dawn of time.
Sometimes appreciative, sometimes scathingly critical, journalists, scholars, and other observers have often taken note of Mary Baker Eddy’s strong leadership and keen intelligence. One of the key prosecutors in a legal suit launched against Mrs.
Christmas Greetings, Dear Hearts, An unusual salutation? Perhaps not. I love the vision so many members have for our Church.
The Christian Science lecture I was about to give was on a Monday night at a community center in a sprawling urban area on the West Coast of the United States. From my hotel, I keyed the center’s address into my GPS, and off I drove.