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The first time my parents traveled to the State of Mato Grosso, in the Brazilian Midwestern region, many years ago, a large part of the trip was made along unpaved roads. Dust and mud were constants.

When we look around us, all is in movement. Through its different seasons, nature offers always changing aspects.

I have always loved living life spontaneously and being led by the Christ to wherever I’m needed. What unfolded to me over the course of a few months, not too long ago, was that the willingness to be shepherded involves spiritual intuition and prayer, and faith in the Shepherd.

One evening after some physical activity, the back of my knee was very painful, and that made it hard for me to walk. I grimaced a bit, walked the best I could, and figured it would be better in the morning.

A church-related assignment led me recently to a rereading of the Gospel of John. I came to Jesus’ passion in the garden of Gethsemane, but was startled to find that there was no kiss!—no record of his being thus identified by Judas as Jesus ( John 18: 1–12 ).

Chances are you’ve seen that notice if you’ve ever driven through a fishing community. Word circulates about what’s being caught and the lure becomes irresistible.

Mary Baker Eddy founded the Church of Christ, Scientist, in 1879. Following its disorganization in 1889, she moved in 1892 to organize The Mother Church, The First Church of Christ, Scientist, in Boston, Massachusetts, as a church that would carry on the universal mission of Christian Science.

Journal readers, who also subscribe to The Herald of Christian Science, will find something quite new about their September Herald. All of our readers will enjoy this article by the former Managing Editor of the German Herald, Michael Seek, which also appears in all four editions of the September Herald in their respective languages.

On the face of it, the experience I’m about to relate is the weirdest thing that has ever happened to me. But it turned out to be a valuable lesson and a means of helping others facing similar experiences.

When I am asked, “So, what do you do?” my response frequently brings a raised eyebrow. “I’m a Christian Science nurse,” I say.