Of Good Report

Several months ago I came across a wonderful article titled “ ‘ Refugee is not a profession ’ ” in the Spanish edition of The Herald of Christian Science (Anni Ulich, December 2018). As I read it, tears of gratitude welled up in my eyes.

At my church, a branch of The First Church of Christ, Scientist, the First Reader frequently opens the service with the greeting “Welcome to this healing service. ” Recently, I had an experience with my mom that proved that we do have healing services.

Oh, no! There it went—my friend’s brand-new cellphone—over the side of her kayak and into the lake. The water was only about five feet deep, but the lake floor was too soft to support the weight of a person, so we four friends in four kayaks gently searched the ground beneath us with our paddles.

I am currently a business manager, and during my career, I am grateful to say I have hired many more people than I have dismissed. The process of dismissing an employee is not very pleasant for anyone.

I had to be out of my house in less than two weeks, but the rents in the area had skyrocketed, and when I found another possible place, I was told that forty other prospective tenants had applied for it. I am single and self-employed, and live in a military community where landlords prefer families with a regular paycheck.

I was on a family holiday when my granddaughter noticed that my eye was red. I thought that water had leaked into my mask while we were snorkeling.

As a teen, I learned to drive in a sports car. Exceeding the speed limit was of no concern.

I’ve been grateful for many years for the Christian Science periodicals and what each issue brings to me when I read it. I began reading them while I was in high school.

Early last summer, the subject for the Bible Lesson from the Christian Science Quarterly one week was “Christian Science. ” Throughout the week I had been carefully studying the Lesson, which is composed of passages from the Bible and Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures by Mary Baker Eddy.

The weather forecast for the day was hot, so I set out unusually early on my daily walk. I noticed the birds singing their cheery songs and thought of these words from one of Mary Baker Eddy’s hymns:  Brood o’er us with Thy shelt’ring wing,      Neath which our spirits blend Like brother birds, that soar and sing,      And on the same branch bend.