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God is not man, and clearly man is not God. Yet God and spiritual man are one —one but not the same.

If it was really understood that Christian Science is reinstating "primitive Christianity and its lost element of healing," as Mrs. Eddy puts it (see Manual of The Mother Church 17:8-13 ), more spiritually receptive individuals would be blessed by the teachings of this demonstrable Science.

I heard a stirring concert long ago given by Duke Ellington and his great band. His theme consisted of the first four words of the Bible: "In the beginning God.

It's only natural to want to share something that has blessed us as Christian Science has. Yet this sharing can 't be forced.

Fresh convictions concerning prayer, healing, and, most important, God, are cutting across years of entrenched public thought. The way is opening for people throughout Christian denominations to begin to experience more of the Bible's promise, specifically with regard to healing.

Many people are conscious from time to time of a sudden intuition calling for some action. When the motive is clearly unselfed, and the result promises the promotion of good in the human scene, it may well be an angel message.

Sunday School teachers faced with the challenge of engaging the migratory attention of restless children have sometimes resorted to conventional teaching aids to help arouse student interest. Unfortunately, one common result is that the aids themselves can become the center of attention rather than the truth they were meant to bring out.

Christian churches throughout the world have a common desire to follow the teachings of Christ Jesus. The Church of Christ, Scientist, founded by Mrs.

In choosing Archibald McLellan as Editor of her periodicals in 1902, Mrs. Eddy selected someone she had never met.

" I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree," says the poet. He proceeds to describe an idyllic island in a lake to which he returns periodically to regain his peace of mind: And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings.