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All being is perpetually intact. God's spiritual creation is the only creation there really is.

Years ago I became friends with someone who meditated three times a day. Although our religious backgrounds were dissimilar and we had different views of what constitutes prayer, I very much appreciated the faithfulness of my friend's search for stillness and inspiration.

Every square centimeter seemed to be filled with warmth and joy in the Sunday School room of the metropolitan Baptist Church in the coastal Canadian city, as Christians, Hindus, Jews, and Muslims mingled and conversed. It was Brotherhood Week, and the members of an interfaith council had gathered to bestow the Good Servant Medal on one of the city's outstanding humanitarians.

What should a couple do who want children and apparently cannot have them? Adopt? Take in foster children? Resort to test-tube experiments? How about prayer? That's what I learned from Hannah. I've never met her in person, but twice she has served as a good friend to me.

"That shouldn't ever happen to anyone!" I said unhappily to myself one Sunday some time ago as I drove home from church, disturbed because I had slept through a portion of the service. I was determined to put an end to these occasional lapses by better spiritual preparation.

Suppose you could go back in time three hundred years to be among the people of 1679! Imagine their reaction to some of the marvels you might describe—airplanes, spaceships, computers, television, to name only a few. Would they believe you? Probably not, because your explanations would exceed what to them would seem scientifically possible.

Why is it that at times we may not experience the Christianly scientific healing we expect? Possibly the answer lies in the degree of our yielding to the positive fact of God's all-power. Unless we yield totally to God—have absolute reliance on Him—we may fall short of permanent healing.

Sometimes on TV we see an incidental face, or some other image, superimposed on the picture. This is not part of the main scene and we know it.

Some time ago there was an interesting picture on the cover of a magazine. It was a photograph of the world taken by one of the astronauts during his descent to earth.

The anguish and discontent of millions attest to the bleak meaninglessness of life without purpose. Yet in our age the greatest of all purposes can be realized and can endow with the fullest meaning the life of everyone who embraces it.