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Exploring in depth what Christian Science is and how it heals.

“Bless the past”

“Bless the past. ” That new idea, shared by a friend, was a powerful wake-up call to me.

Don’t know what to do? Divine Mind does.

  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.

Enough is a lot!

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.

The healing embrace of the Lord’s Prayer

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

Finding yourself, finding joy

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.

Waking up to reality

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.

God’s promises and the certainty of healing

“So as we pray, we can gratefully acknowledge that the healing we’re seeking will surely come.”

Already whole, always loved

Growing up in an era where the stories were about the beautiful princess meeting her handsome prince and living happily ever after, that’s what I expected—and desperately wanted. Starting in early high school, I would “fall in love,” only to find that there were qualities about the person I had fallen for that I didn’t like at all.

Our brother returned home safe and sound

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.

Always safe in God’s neighborhood

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.