Editorials

The path alongside Strawberry Creek starts out by ambling gently upward through a colorful patchwork quilt of wildflowers. Indian paint-brush, goldenrod, azaleas, and lupine blanket the mountainside bordering the creek, in the San Bernardino National Forest of California.

Let's suppose, somewhere in the villages of Galilee, you and I heard Jesus speak. And let's give ourselves the benefit of the doubt—let's assume we would have been the kind of listeners he called "good ground," with whom his words would bear "fruit an hundredfold.

You view the world differently —more expansively and with greater clarity—when you're flying 30,000 feet or so above the earth's surface. Walls and borders disappear, time zones telescope, storm clouds turn into a carpet of whiteness, and the world's conflicts seem to dissolve into the curvature of the planet.

Each time I arrive at my mainline train station on my commute home from London, the loudspeaker announcements ask us to take our rubbish home with us. All rubbish containers have been removed from central London streets, as well as from tube and train stations because of the terrorist threat.

" It'll be right along, " I said to a woman waiting with me for an elevator. She replied, "Oh, I don't mind waiting.

A book whose power touches the small and great events. Mary Baker Eddy, the Discoverer of Christian Science and author of its textbook, Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures, wrote about her book, "The fact remains, that the textbook of Christian Science is transforming the universe.

From its first issue in April of 1903, The Herald of Christian Science has been more than just a magazine. It's been a mission.

In the good-guy/bad-guy adventure stories our five-year-old grandson, Brian, wants us to read to him before bedtime, it's an unbreakable rule: The good guys always win. They may have to contend long and hard to outmaneuver the villains—and they sometimes have breathtakingly close calls—but the good guys never fail to emerge victorious.

In the late 1920s, my parents, then recently married, lived in a boarding-house my dad finished his law studies at the University of Geneva. One day, the owner of the boardinghouse handed my mother a small magazine in German.

A friend just sent me his new address , and I'm pleased for two reasons: first, because the move represents a step of progress for him, and second, I don't want to lose touch. It made me think of the millions of similar messages that must go out every day to let friends know of a move to a new home or job.