Years ago as a college student, I joined a large branch Church of Christ, Scientist—my very first. I remember one lady telling me, as if confiding a joyful secret, that it’s in a branch church that one really begins to grow spiritually.
Recently I was quietly pondering these words of Christ Jesus: “He that believeth on me, the works that I do shall he do also; and greater works than these shall he do; because I go unto my Father” ( John 14:12 ). As I did, I imagined what Jesus might say to us today regarding his life and teaching.
“Oh no!” my husband suddenly exclaimed with dismay. “My watch has a crack right across the face!” We all looked, and there it was—a deep, dark crack spoiling the appearance of his lovely watch.
I parked in a large parking lot at a shopping mall and began walking to the bookstore. I passed some teenage boys on skateboards, and one of them crashed into me and almost knocked me over.
It is a privilege and responsibility of all mature Christians, and even of children, to do their best to act as Christ Jesus did—to do what he showed us to do by precept and example, which includes healing. As Mary Baker Eddy writes, “It is possible,—yea, it is the duty and privilege of every child, man, and woman,—to follow in some degree the example of the Master by the demonstration of Truth and Life, of health and holiness” ( Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures, p.
In our church, there is a tall wall with several windows high up. One day, I happened to glance up at one of the small square windows.
We use passwords to protect our computers, cellphones, and online accounts. We do this because, of course, we don’t want anything or anyone to access and corrupt our important personal information.
On a summer vacation, I was feeling especially proud and assured as my motorcycle galloped the sinuous blacktop in the hills of Northern California. I put the bike on cruise control, and was feeling invincible and on top of the world.
I love giving away flowering bulbs to my friends during the winter months. Last year, I tried to think spiritually about these flowering bulbs, to look beyond their promise of material beauty to something more substantial.
When I hurt myself as a child, often scraping my elbow or knee as I learned to roller skate, I would tearfully go to my mom or dad for comfort. I remember them giving me a gentle kiss, and it helped me calm down and feel safe and well.