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According to the Gospel of Luke, on at least two occasions Christ Jesus tenderly said to those who were grieving, “Weep not. ” First, to a mother who had lost her only son, then later to a ruler of a synagogue and his family and friends who were crying because his young daughter had just passed on (see chaps.

The breadth and certainty of God’s healing power is recorded in the Bible, spanning several thousand years of human history. This continuous ribbon of healings includes cures of infertility, accidents, illness, blindness, deformity, and death, to name a few.

“There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so” (Shakespeare). I first read this quote on an opening page of Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures by Mary Baker Eddy, the Discoverer and Founder of Christian Science.

Looking to be a better healer? Then you’ll want to keep an eye out for articles like this one, appearing periodically in the Journal,  the Christian Science Sentinel,  and The Herald of Christian Science.  Their aim: to correct some of the misconceptions about Christian Science that would keep us from having the results we so desire.

In and of themselves, what and if are innocuous words. But paired together, they can twist thought into worry, fear, or regret.

Some time ago I started making a concerted effort to thank God for every small evidence of His care. I used to think those little events were insignificant, and only the big healings warranted recognition.

It was supposed to be one of those simple drives into town—to drop off a package for mailing, pick up a loaf of bread, leave a bag of gently used clothes in a donation box.   I’ve learned, however, as a student of Christian Science, that even these so-called mundane tasks are often opportunities to learn more about one’s relationship to God—more about the healing nature of divine Love.

“Some trust in chariots, and some in horses: but we will remember the name of the Lord our God” ( Psalms 20:7 ). I love this passage from the Bible.

I grew up in the Deep South of the United States, during a time when segregation made it nearly impossible to know anyone outside of their own race. I was also aware of the prevailing belief that not everyone was loved by God.

In 1995, my husband and I went on holiday to England with our two small daughters. On our last day there, my handbag went missing from the restaurant where we were having lunch.