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I was sitting in a pew listening to a Christian Science church service. The benches were hard and there was a draft, but I didn’t care.

This author shares fresh and comforting insights about the Lord’s Prayer.

Everywhere you look , all of creation is individual, distinct, with a specific identity and purpose. This alone gives one much food for thought and much to demonstrate in our own lives.

It would be difficult to read the following compilation of short articles on Easter by Christian Science teachers from around the world without being struck by how many galvanizing R words convey the meaning of this holiday. Among them: rebirth, rededication, redemption, rising, resurrection.

We all have experienced times of poor health, financial worries, or disruptions in our ability to think and act normally, at one time or another. Responding to these challenges with prayer as practiced in Christian Science begins with identifying what is really going on.

Sickness may seem real, but this author shared how her understanding of God helped her “wake up” to what was really real about God, and herself.

The historic narrative of Scripture is woven through with God’s promises of hope, well-being, safety, and deliverance. There were promises to Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, Moses, Nehemiah, Noah, and Kings Jehoshaphat, Hezekiah, David, and Solomon—to name a few—that their good purposes would be rewarded, battles would be won, individuals healed and protected, families provided for, lands settled, and wise governments established.

As a child attending the Christian Science Sunday School, it wasn’t hard for me to figure out that the real meaning of Easter had nothing to do with bunnies or chocolates. It also wasn’t just an event that many in the world commemorated once a year at a certain date.

It is with deep gratitude to God and for learning to pray the way it is taught in Christian Science that I offer this testimony. A number of years ago, our brother left home to go and learn a trade from our uncle in a foreign country.

One early spring evening when my children were young, my eight-year-old son Philip was at his little league baseball game, and my five-year-old son Timmy was playing with a friend on our front porch while I finished washing the dinner dishes. We would soon go to the game as spectators and applauders.