Questions & Answers
Standing flat-footed on earth's floor, listening to news of recent disaster, fearing chaos will wash over us, we search the skies. Stars steadfast in their constellations.
Each spring, a crocus bursts forth our asphalt walk, and launches into bloom. Its delicate beauty intact— not torn or tattered from its rugged journey.
Beauty is a thing of life, which dwells forever in the eternal Mind and reflects the charms of His goodness in expression, form, outline, and color. — MARY BAKER EDDY.
God's mandate: Arise and dress, you're Not a "mess" But my beloved child Strong and free, reflecting me Completely satisfied. Much labor now awaits you— You're equal to the task.
Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness: for they shall be filled. —Matthew 5:6 He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
I used to think, "I'm living life," With all its problems, fear, and strife— Till gently Love reshaped my thought And set me free. Now my life is redefined: No longer am I living life— Life, God, is living, loving me.
Wing of light outstretched over streets and towns, this church extends beyond its walls, its roll of members, meeting times, to shelter and guide all who've ever entered, all who might drive by, anyone whose thought is touched, uplifted without even knowing why.
These are the words of No. 341 in the Christian Science Hymnal, where they are set to the old Irish air, "Peacefield": They who seek the throne of grace, Find that throne in every place: If we live a life of prayer, God is present everywhere.
Shall I wrestle this day into submission to some doctrinaire fear and cult obsession? Shall I humbly listen to Love's persuasions, find my way in the day of God's creation? No and yes are as one in this decision. Often the answer comes before the question: "This is the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it.
Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come.