Editorials

At times , fear seems to have the power to paralyze people. No matter how hard they try, they may feel they just can't deal with some threat or danger.

When Keith was a boy, most of the adults who knew him probably thought he wasn't "all there. " He seemed to be a slow learner, living in a world of his own, generally unresponsive when he was around other people.

The Stained-Glass Windows of Chartres Cathedral in France are made of simple materials—river sand, beechwood potash, and metal oxides for color. Yet they're resplendent beyond description.

A friend made what she believed to be a routine correction to an electronic document prior to having it sent to a company's clientele. She didn't notice, as she should have, that in the process of making the correction, the word processing program deleted text from a different portion of the same document.

Finding what we can reliably depend on in life sometimes involves acting counter to our most intense feelings. An illustration comes to mind from my brief experience with rock climbing.

The Journal  this month , on page 5, features commentary and a review of C. G.

Some Observers Say we've become "a culture of complaint. " They say we actually enjoy pointing an accusatory finger at each other—in talk shows, Internet chat rooms, tabloids.

At First , one might think that any scientific textbook on health and wellness that's been around for over a hundred years would have little to say that would be a practical help to a modern physician. Yet, when it comes to explaining what effect certain kinds of thoughts have on patients—from thoughts that are harmful to thoughts that heal— Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures by Mary Baker Eddy is timeless.

Perspective is so important to maintaining hope and steadiness in our lives, including times when we're feeling insecure about employment. Whether our uncertainty relates to the overall economy, or to our immediate circumstances, spiritual perspective gives us the courage and trust we need.

I Was Searching through a pile of gravel along the roadside near our house. I was twelve or thirteen years old at the time and loved rocks.