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Exploring in depth what Christian Science is and how it heals.

My thoughts or God’s thoughts?

It matters what we think. Every day, we entertain thousands of thoughts.

Struggling to attend church?

Do you find that things which once were simple, like regularly attending church services, now seem complicated or difficult? Do you now have to face pressure from family members to sleep in on Sundays, or go away for the weekend? For a midweek testimony meeting, there might be concerns about traffic or public transit congestion, security issues, fatigue, an employer’s expectations that you work into the evening, or trouble driving at night. All this may make going to church feel like going to the moon.

Is my healing possible?

Sometimes it may feel like a problem we’re facing is incurable—like it’s just not possible to be healed. Yet Christian Science teaches that there is no incurable disease or situation, because “all reality is in God and His creation, harmonious and eternal.

A brighter world

Jesus did not change sick people into well people. He understood that in reality no one has ever been unwell in any way.

Responding to the tidal pull

I live at the beach and swim most days in the Pacific Ocean. Some days I float and let the tide take me to my destination.

What I had in the house

These were tough times. The Bible relates the story of a widow whose late husband left her with a debt she could not pay (see II Kings 4:1–7 ).

“Admitting only such conclusions . . .”

I’ve recently been considering an idea that provides deep inspiration about how we can heal through the means Christ Jesus did. It’s from Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures by Mary Baker Eddy, who said: “Stand porter at the door of thought.

A note of gratitude

Several months ago I came across a wonderful article titled “ ‘ Refugee is not a profession ’ ” in the Spanish edition of The Herald of Christian Science (Anni Ulich, December 2018). As I read it, tears of gratitude welled up in my eyes.

“There are no vacuums”

In my sadness after a very dear friend passed away, I told a colleague I was dreading the upcoming Fourth of July celebration. That was because my friend—someone I thought of as family—would always invite me to watch the fireworks with her and other friends at her house.

The  Journal  is pleased to offer readers the first in an occasional column from the office of Christian Science Practitioner Activities at The Mother Church in Boston. “Pathways to the practice” is autobiographical.