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“What our churches need is that devout, unselfed quality of thought which spiritualizes the congregation” ( The First Church of Christ, Scientist, and Miscellany, p. 249 ).

Is it time to remodel your thinking? To exchange a material sense of self for your true spiritual nature?

There is something so freeing about the image of a bird. I used to look up at birds in the sky and wish I could fly.

Reflection: what a powerful thing it is! A reflection in a lake of a beautiful scene in a serene setting can have a stirring effect on the human heart. It can rouse within us an indescribable sense of peace, even holiness, and make us want to linger in that setting forever.

 Being invited to attend a practitioner roundtable last spring gave me good reason to reflect on my journey into the public practice of Christian Science healing and to take stock of the many blessings that have unfolded for me. One of the many memorable experiences along the way was the initial “call” to start my practice of Christian Science healing.

On Saturday , November 15, 2014, I attended the first roundtable of the day in New York City for church members interested in strengthening their practice of Christian Science. It was such an inspirational, uplifting morning! Before I attended the meeting, I wondered if it would be an informational lecture, a “Q and A,” or if we would be asked to take some kind of test or fill out questionnaires.

Don’t you love it when ideas come and bring with them a new level of spiritual understanding? In Psalm 37 , the 37th verse reads, “Mark the perfect man, and behold the upright: for the end of that man is peace. ” I’d thought that the first word, mark, mostly had to do with vision—to identify, find, behold, or observe.

It was autumn , and, as I live in Oregon, it was raining. There had been a notice in the newspaper about blocked storm drains, asking people to help clear them since the city could not keep them all clear all the time.

It had been a rough couple of months in my business. Everything was at a standstill.

One morning while planting flowers in my garden, I suddenly began to feel severe discomfort and pain. As I rose, with the full intention of going into our home to pray, these words came to me: “Wait, and love more for every hate, and fear / No ill,—since God is good, and loss is gain” ( Poems , p.