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When I was appointed chair of my branch church’s lecture committee, I felt a bit daunted. I had never been involved with planning a Christian Science lecture before.

One day while I was working in the Reading Room of my local Christian Science church, a gentleman whom I hadn’t seen before came in the door. He began asking questions about Christian Science.

A backhoe operator dug a deep hole in the lawn with such careful attention that his coworker yelled with delight, “You’re a sculptor!” That might seem like an odd way to describe someone operating heavy machinery, but his coworker was commenting on the preciseness of his work in shaping this deep hole. We may not be sculptors by trade, but we all can work with similar precision in shaping our thoughts.

What a joy to be free of feeling burdened—that beautiful release from feeling weighed down. It’s a moment of light and grace that changes everything.

When I was a child, my mother would take me to see a Christian Science practitioner when I didn’t feel well. It was such a good experience that I remember sometimes saying, “Please, Momma, take me to that nice lady.

With a gentle laugh, a friend asked if, after reading the Bible all my life, there was some reason I didn’t know it by now. How could I get anything new out of it? His questions were sincere.

Two thousand years ago, Christ Jesus came to teach the world about truth. This long-awaited, prophesied Messiah, or anointed one, was devoted irrevocably to the worship of God, Spirit.

In an editorial in the Christian Science Sentinel dated May 1, 2023, the author speaks of stillness and how, in busy contemporary life, many people turn to prayer for calm grounding (Mary Beattie, “ The value of stillness ”). She writes, “Opening up to a quiet fount of spiritual ideas stills thought that is fearful, muddled, or self-focused and leads to healing.

Recently I experienced the longest trip of my life, and it reinforced my understanding of and trust in God. I was traveling with a comrade to another part of the country, to support a mutual friend at a family funeral.

It was a quiet evening and I had just made myself a cup of hot chocolate. I was pleased with myself and my day until I mistakenly laid my hand on the hot burner on the stove where, moments before, the milk for the hot chocolate had been.