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Putting on record insights into the practice of Christian Science.

Babes in the arms of Love

The natural desire of parents to provide a nurturing environment for their children's development is seen in the way a mother, with words of comfort and love, tenderly cradles an infant in her arms. But parents themselves can also feel the need of love and comfort—and of guidance, too—in nurturing their parenting abilities.

A way out of the wilderness

At first, two stories that appeared in the same issue of a weekly newsmagazine looked as different as night and day. One told of the Caribbean island of Montserrat, gradually being buried by volcanic ash.

For happy relationships

Happy relationships—ones that bring out the best in people, and that endure through thick and thin—don't necessarily just happen. They are usually built with what each individual brings to them day by day, week by week, month by month, and year by year.

What and where is worship?

The neighborhood Episcopal church of my youth gave me a feeling of deep reverence for God. I felt it in the liturgy, music, and prayers of its services.

Abstinence and chastity—out of fashion?

• "Abstaining from extramarital sex is one of the most unpopular things a person can do, much less talk about.

The gratitude question

Here's the question, as posed by Mary Baker Eddy in Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures : "Are we really grateful for the good already received?" Science and Health , p. 3 That question always gives me pause and makes me take stock of my thinking.

What prison walls can never do . . .

Sure, people can lock you up and take away all your possessions. They can isolate you from friends and family.

Christian healers

Healing is needed in the world. In every home, neighborhood, school, business.

God's law—removing "whatever is offensive"

People were being healed. There was no question about it.

God's goodness—your everyday blessing

Not long ago I spent a week high in the mountains in the western United States. One afternoon I sat on a rock in an alpine meadow—just below the forest's timberline—and quietly asked God questions.