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Sometimes when people tell about the ways their prayers have been answered, it may be tempting to compare their outcome to our own experience—perhaps feeling that somehow our outcome didn't quite measure up, or even that our answer was better than theirs. But such attitudes deny the nature of God as divine Love.

AT TIMES I have thought appreciatively of the early Christians and how they must have banded together to support each other during the establishment of Christianity around the ancient world. My interest in Christianity and the establishment of a Christian community began in college, where I attended the Christian Science college organization [CSO].

MOST PEOPLE want to be noticed starting from a very young age. And by the time they reach high school, they dream of being "cool"—someone other people will notice and admire.

MY FIRST EXPERIENCE with silent prayer occurred when I was quite young. Our family was attending an important dinner, and before we ate, the hostess invited us to engage in silent prayer.

IN AN ARTICLE entitled "Truth versus Error," in Miscellaneous Writings, Mary Baker Eddy stated, "My life, consecrated to humanity through nameless suffering and sacrifice, furnishes its own proof of my practice. "   Mis.

I SMILED WHEN THIS SAYING APPEARED several years ago on a line of recreational clothing. It's an upbeat, positive declaration.

LAST YEAR'S MOVIE For the Love of the Game takes place during a baseball game where the star pitcher has found himself in "the Zone" and is pitching a perfect game to end his career. In the dugout, his teammates won't even sit next to him for fear of interrupting his mental balance aqnd taking him out of "the Zone.

Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures by Mary Baker Eddy is a book a that presents a way to live a life of greater spiritual peace, happiness, and healing. For many it is a reference book for life.

ONE DAY SOME YEARS AGO, a good friend wasn't feeling well and asked me to pray for her. I agreed, but immediately felt swamped by doubts.

WHEN I PUSH Aunt Engie's wheelchair through the church lobby or a shopping mall, some folks steer a wide path around us. I just look at them and smile.