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

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ALTHOUGH STATISTICS VARY, most studies agree that somewhere between 12 and 15 percent of the people on this planet say they don't believe in God or at least doubt the existence of a Supreme Being who has anything to do with their everyday affairs. Many who make up the other 85-88 percent may have a firm belief that God exists, but they don't necessarily know why.
WHAT GREAT FUN TO REMEMBER ADVENTURES AND ACTIVITIES from childhood. Like riding a bike, careening wildly down a hill on a toboggan, or just running with a dog or chasing butterflies.
WITH SPRING COMES THE PROMISE OF RENEWAL —the possibility of new beginnings, transformation. The prophet Isaiah spoke to the spirit of this season in this passage in the Bible: "Behold, I will do a new thing; now it shall spring forth; shall ye not know it? I will even make a way in the wilderness, and rivers in the desert" ( Isa.
IS THERE A LINK BETWEEN WHO WE ARE AND HOW WELL WE FEEL — between what we understand of our identity and our health? Many people today recognize the unseverable connection between thought and body. Nevertheless, from a medical standpoint, the healing of some physical ill is still viewed strictly as matter being made better.
1. Christian Science teacher and practitioner AI Carnesciali says that practicing Christian Science enhances one's freedom from all sorts of limitations, opening the way to an active life, even in one's senior years.
SO MANY TIMES I HAVE READ the first line of Science and Health, but each time, these few words inspire me, and revitalize me, and instill fresh, new meaning. To those leaning on the sustaining infinite, to-day is big with blessings.
DURING MY TEEN YEARS I faced emotional setbacks, which made me confused about God's role in my life. I was very shy and within myself, and I had low selfesteem.
In class one day, the teacher points to you and warns that because of your fair skin, you should stay out of the sun. (Too much could be harmful.
MANY YEARS AGO DURING THE COLD WINTER months of Michigan, my older son, Geoff, and I got into an argument. He ran out of the house without his coat.
IT WAS A MELLOW MORNING. My husband and I sat eating breakfast by the window, watching hungry birds peck away at the seed in the feeder.