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Have you ever noticed how many movies and shows center around various legal proceedings? At the heart of this popular fascination with law lies something wonderful—humanity’s natural desire for righteous government. Perhaps more than ever, the world wants justice, safety, and liberty for all.

Do you ever wonder about the why of evil? For many years I persistently questioned why evil even seems to exist, until I finally found that pondering evil’s apparent existence was an obstacle holding me back from healing. The following comparison has been a great help for me to understand why this is so.

There are many times when we wonder if we have enough to do what’s required of us. Will we have enough patience to appropriately care for our children? Will we have enough skill and talent to complete a challenging job? Will we have enough courage to stand up to injustice? Will we have enough spiritual understanding to experience healing?   Mary Baker Eddy, the Discoverer and Founder of Christian Science, recognized the practical power of Truth—a name for God—to provide enough good.

I live alone. When the world basically turned upside down, a lockdown was put into place, and I was not able to drive.

Many American western movies of the 1940s and ’50s feature heroic lawmen who stand for justice against merciless outlaws, greedy saloonkeepers, and powerful ranch owners. Displaying great moral courage, these sheriffs can’t be bribed or bullied.

At some point in our lives, even if we have successfully relied on Christian Science for our health needs, we may question whether there are degrees of sickness and disease, if one disease is more “life-threatening” than another, or if one is more difficult to heal than another. The answers to these questions may be found by looking at the innumerable healings performed by the Master; by the early Christians; by Mary Baker Eddy, the Discoverer and Founder of Christian Science; and by Christian Scientists for the last 150 years.

Working in local government in my homeland, New Zealand, I came face to face with the inequitable way in which First Nations people had been treated. Since then, I have often thought of the many past injustices in the world that keep bubbling up to the surface in one form or another with righteous demands that they be rectified.

It was a beautiful morning. My husband and I had gone out for a walk along the seashore.

In the seventh chapter of Luke in the Bible, Christ Jesus compassionately healed a widow’s grief by restoring her only son to life, near the gate of the city Nain (see verses 11–16 ). In the culture of the time, women relied upon male relatives for their social and economic well-being, and widows could be left destitute without this support.

I sat on a bench outside, absolutely shattered by what I had just heard.   A young man I had unexpectedly met informed me that his grandparents had been among the rebel forces that had killed my younger sibling more than fifty years earlier, destroyed my childhood home, and devastated our lives.