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When we were children, we all longed for the tenderness of a parent, to feel the loving arms of mum or dad around us when we fell, to hear a kind word when we were ill or hurting. But as we grew into adulthood and got out into the world, perhaps the gentle words that we were used to gave place to harsher ones.

From early childhood to the present day, I have always liked to look through the viewing holes in the fences surrounding construction sites. As a child, I recall wondering why it took so long to see something appear above the fence.

One day last summer, feeling trapped by the lockdown and wondering when the pandemic would be over, I turned to God and prayed. When I pray, I like to pause to feel the presence and reality of God, good.

Dear Reader, Many of you have responded both enthusiastically and with questions about upcoming changes to the Christian Science Sentinel, such as: “Is the new Sentinel for the public rather than Christian Scientists?” “Does the digital focus mean you’ll abandon the print magazine?” “Is this about cost-cutting?” “Is the Sentinel becoming metaphysics-lite?” First, we genuinely welcome your questions. For 122 years, the inspiration of our community members has powered the Sentinel.

From a letter dated 1903. Unless we have  better healers , and more of this work than any other is done, our Cause will not stand and having done all stand.

My hybrid vehicle stopped running, and the mechanics couldn’t find the problem. The next day, my smartphone failed to reboot, and I was without needed data and connection.

“Will you teach the youngest Sunday School class of three-year-olds?” asked the Sunday School superintendent over the phone. I’d had minimal contact with children and no idea how to teach that age group.

I was enjoying the company of a woman seated next to me on a long flight. She was going to visit her mother and sisters in Germany, where she had grown up.

The flight attendant ran down the aisle while the pilot sternly advised all passengers to return to our seats and buckle our seatbelts. As I sat there on this flight, seatbelt buckled, with the plane jerking back and forth, up and down, I turned my thought to God.

There is absolutely nothing more joy-producing or important than the opportunities we have to pray for ourselves, others, and our world, and gain some deeper insight into the universe, including ourselves and everyone around us, as God sees it. Recently, I had such an opportunity.