One Easter Sunday morning, the day after my annual Christian Science Students Association meeting, I was seated at a restaurant counter in a large city, having breakfast before going to church. Because my thought was uplifted by all I had heard the day before, by the anticipation of the church service, and by a book on Christian Science that I was reading, I hardly noticed the woman taking the stool beside me until she began to talk.
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