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Many of us, at some time or other, have yearned to become the close friend of some very influential and powerful individual— a good connection—who could help us realize our dreams, fulfill our ambitions, and secure enviable positions. This benefactor would treat us and protect us as one would a favorite son.

There is a familiar story about a dog and a gopher. The dog was chasing the gopher through a field when suddenly the gopher darted down a convenient hole and disappeared.

Here are some thoughts regarding business that have come to me over the years. The first is that everything belongs to God.

Director to visit nine countries in Latin America Practical steps are being taken to translate into tangible action the five-year goal of The Mother Church announced at the 1971 Annual Meeting. This goal calls for action "To strengthen the healing thrust of our movement, thus improving our ability to respond to the needs of mankind by spiritual means.

After healing the Gadarene demoniac, Christ Jesus recrossed the Sea of Galilee to its western side, probably to Capernaum, where a multitude awaited him. Jairus, a ruler of the synagogue, whose twelve-year-old daughter was lying at the point of death, sought the Master's aid.

Some time ago, while working in one of the East European countries, I found it necessary to remain overnight in a small country village. The next morning, before the town was fully awake, I roamed its winding streets to get a feel for the town.

Perhaps you would like to come with me on a quick tour of some of the news bureaus that make up the American News Department of the Monitor* —to see some of our correspondents in action, to look over their shoulders, as it were, to see how they approach their writing—and to see some of the results of what they have written. Their knowledge of the true, spiritual nature of God and of man enables them to reflect distinctive qualities in their writing: qualities of honesty, fairness, balance, candor, forthrightness, compassion.

To almost everyone death is a touchy subject. Some people begin to ask themselves many questions when a friend or relative dies.

High on a hill in the central part of France a great church overlooks farmlands, villages, woods, and streams that sweep around it and away to the world beyond. It is the Abbey of Vézelay, built in the twelfth century.

How old are we? The natural reaction is to think of our birthday. But is this our beginning? Was there a time when God had no children? Was man brought forth at a certain stage of history like a manufactured product with built-in obsolescence? Our true beginning is not a point in time.