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WHEN I FIRST MET DAN (not his real name), he was serving his sixth year of a life sentence in a maximum-security prison in Australia. He was what you'd call a really bad egg.

I WAS SUFFERING from a kidney ailment that I'd had for over ten years and the pain often awakened me in the middle of the night. It was during one of these nights that I switched on my shortwave radio and came across a program on Christian Science.

WHEN I TAUGHT our young son to ride a bicycle without training wheels, I put him on the seat and told him to grip the handle bars and start pedaling. Determined to succeed, he glared ahead, stiffened his pose, and started the wheels in motion.

ON THE SUNDAY just before Christmas in 1888, a sermon written by Mary Baker Eddy was given in Boston's Chickering Hall.   See Miscellaneous Writings 1883–1896, pp.

GROWING UP WASN'T ALWAYS STRAIGHTFORWARD.  I'd been ill for several years through my late teens and early twenties—first with a toxic parasitical illness, and then with clinical depression.

ONE YEAR, INSTEAD OF BAKING ME A CAKE, my mother celebrated my Christmas Day birthday by giving me a pot of poinsettias. "Now we're not talking about age here," she said when she gave me the flower pot with its big red bow.

To strike out right and left against the mist, never clears the vision; but to lift your head above it, is a sovereign panacea. —MARY BAKER EDDY IN A WAY, IT'S NOT A NEW DEBATE.

One thing leads to another, but often in unexpected ways. Just ask Judy Jackson.

MY FIRST VISIT TO BANGLADESH WAS IN 1972. The desire had come a few years before, when the Annual Meeting of The Mother Church focused on the international field.

ANYONE WHO HAS LEAFED through The Message: The Bible in Contemporary Language and read a line or two knows that Eugene H. Peterson has an ear.