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  In 1984, I was an executive for a bottled water company. As a sponsor for that summer’s Olympic games in Los Angeles, we were awarded over three million tickets for 31 venues to distribute among employees, customers, and business associates.

I had become very competitive while driving. On the road, I often saw myself and others engaged in one-upmanship, where I would maneuver my vehicle to “beat” them as though it were a race.

I was posted to an American embassy overseas, and my fiancé was working in the United States. As we made wedding preparations, we were very concerned that he might not find employment in the country where I was located and we would have to work in separate countries, possibly for several years.

Much inspiration has come to me over the years from reading various biographies of Mary Baker Eddy. Each biography brings a different glimpse into how Mrs.

I lost my job because of the pandemic. With millions of folks overwhelming the system, filing for unemployment insurance in my state was difficult to impossible.

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

A healing I once had taught me a vital spiritual lesson and has enabled me to pray more wholeheartedly and clearly for those struggling with illness in the world today. At the time I was taken ill with a fever and a cough, so I called a Christian Science practitioner to pray for me.

It shall be the duty of the Committee on Publication to correct in a Christian manner impositions on the public in regard to Christian Science, injustices done Mrs. Eddy or members of this Church by the daily press, by periodicals or circulated literature of any sort.

When a museum conservator is restoring a broken artifact—say, a marble statue that is missing a body part—he or she first has to consider what the entire artifact originally looked like. The wholeness of the original statue is the model, and before starting the restoration, the conservator must first perceive this form clearly in thought.

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.