Spiritual Short

Do you, like me, drive to work on a congested freeway? Is “rush hour” merely a time for sitting in traffic?  One morning, sitting in especially heavy traffic, I began to ponder how Christ Jesus was always praying. I’ve found this to be a seriously wonderful jumping-off point for my prayers.

I have been thinking and praying deeply about church and cherishing its role in the world today.   One afternoon I read an address that Mary Baker Eddy wrote to her students in 1894, on the occasion of laying the cornerstone of her church.

Have you ever wanted something so much that you detailed it in your prayers so God could get it exactly right? You should know about the endearing story of a little girl who prayed for a pony. When someone commiserated with her about her prayers not being answered, she said: “Oh, but God did answer.

I once saw an ad on television that featured a woman frantically trying to finish her Christmas preparations. On her very long shopping list was written, “To get: Christ.

In this season of Thanksgiving and gratitude here in North America, I’ve been thinking about this: We don’t have to wait until we’ve been freed or healed to be grateful. Giving thanks to God in advance lifts us out of the belief that we’re mortal, limited, in pain, or sad.

In its purest form, praising God is not an imposition or an artificial religious obligation, but a natural outcome of wonder and awe—a spontaneous expression of heartfelt gratitude and appreciation. To many people in the world, however, enjoinders to “praise God” may seem badly timed or perhaps downright hypocritical.

Recently, instead of being annoyed by the gardener at the park using a noisy weed cutter in an otherwise peaceful environment, I cheerfully remarked, “You think you’ve done your job, and the next time you’re here, the grass has grown again!” We both laughed. As I thought about the grass, I realized that just as it continues to grow, even after being cut down, so do we often feel “cut down” by tragedies, hardship, criticism, and disappointment.

For several years now, I’ve had a nagging regret that I’ve been trying to push under the rug. Each time I think about this certain situation, I feel a deep sense of loss.

There are so many things I loved about attending the Christian Science Sunday School: the pure and holy atmosphere, the opportunity to delve into the Bible and the writings of Mary Baker Eddy, and the spiritual lessons I learned. Sunday School was a place where I was encouraged to take these spiritual lessons and apply them to my life.

Recently I was thinking about efforts being made to try to find the human remains of Christ Jesus—his DNA, his bones. Such efforts would try to deny the Master’s example to us of Life as spiritual and eternal, his resurrection, and his ascension.