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Time—ever elusive, always nipping at our heels—can sometimes feel like an arrow shot from the moment we appear on earth, carrying us straight through our lives, continually diminishing our energy and opportunities as it seeks its vanishing point somewhere on the horizon called old age. Let's defy that scenario.

When a dear friend passed on a couple of years ago,  I felt a big void in my life. One day when I had something to share with her—but couldn't—I realized how much I missed our conversations.

Many years ago I lived in a rural community, filled with Amish farmhouses. Amish horse-drawn carriages (behind which I occasionally became trapped if driving somewhere) served as a quiet reminder to slow down and acknowledge the heavenly Father's presence and His simple, timeless care for me.

THE CHRISTIAN SCIENCE BOARD OF DIRECTORS IS PLEASED to report that the program to allow licensing of the Cross and Crown seal is underway. Christian Science branch churches and societies, Christian Science Reading Rooms, and Christian Science organizations at colleges and universities may now make requests to use the Cross and Crown.

1. Do you need a great physician? One who's always available, knows you inside and out, constantly cares for you, and can heal you in the most perfect way? Journal contributing editor Channing Walker tells how knowing God as the "great Physician" is key to maintaining good health.

2007-2008 LECTURERS John Q. Adams, C.

MARY BAKER EDDY EXPECTED members of her Board of Lectureship to present "The Christ mode of understanding Life—of exterminating sin and suffering and their penalty, death .

ON JUNE 1, THE CHRISTIAN SCIENCE BOARD OF DIRECTORS met to elect candidates to membership with The Mother Church. The members of the Board are truly grateful for each and every individual who unites with the Church that Mary Baker Eddy organized ".

MARK SWINNEY, C. S.

I began to understand my grandmother's expression, because yes, this really seemed like a Charles Dickens kind of a place. After I finished art school, I had a job in an old photo engraving shop in Boston as a plate etcher—dirty and dangerous work.