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One of the most dramatic episodes recorded in the Old Testament occurred when the Hebrew prophet Elisha healed Naaman, the Syrian, of leprosy (see I I Kings 5:1–19   ). Naaman was “a mighty man in valour,” whose military leadership had won important victories for the king of Syria.

We tend to think of the concept of “capacity” in terms of how much something can hold, or the ability of individuals or things. And because capacity is typically measured in material terms, it is thought of as limited, finite.

I used to think family meant just my mother, father, and three sisters. My concept of family, however, has broadened over time.

In April 2007, I received a call from the First Sergeant of my US Army Military Police Company. He informed me that our unit had been alerted for possible deployment.

Throughout history there have been instances where what was thought to be a reality turned out to be an illusion, such as when it was discovered that the Earth is not flat or that the sun does not revolve around the Earth. In both cases, people believed in a misconception for many years because of what they had been told and what the physical senses were telling them.

I am always encouraged when I read in the Gospels of all the good that Jesus did for so many individuals in his service to God. Every single person that Jesus met was in some way or another cured, fed, blessed, redeemed, and/or enlightened.

There is no end to learning, said the composer Robert Schumann. This is so true, everywhere, at all times, especially when we look at the timeless, holy art of healing.

Many parents today provide their children with spiritual education, trusting that they will benefit from it. According to psychologist Lisa Miller, Ph.

In the Bible, Christ Jesus tells a man who is seeking eternal life to “go thy way, sell whatsoever thou hast, and give to the poor, and thou shalt have treasure in heaven” ( Mark 10:21 ). I had always thought of this verse as a requirement of sacrifice, but in the wake of losing several loved ones, I found these words become a gift that helped me understand eternal life.

My first serious encounter with the writings of Mary Baker Eddy was when I was in my teens. I was full of fear—so much so that I couldn’t sleep, get myself to attend my college classes, or do the homework.