Of Good Report

A lawyer realizes that it was not roles in the law firm that would supply human needs: It was God.

Several years ago, for the first time in 45 years, I found myself living alone, longing for relief from feelings of isolation. Sensing my need, friends asked me to visit them, which led to the purchase of a vacant, unique Craftsman-style house in need of restoration.

What is the composer, God, expressing in each individual? It’s not physicality, a personality, or inharmony. We are spiritual. We are God’s song. 

An African author overcomes inadequacy and fear, and is able to pursue a job path that aligns more closely with his interests and talents.

As she faces tax issues with a family business, the thought comes to this author that the men and women in Congress, as well as their staff members, sometimes write laws and regulations with good intentions, but without realizing the unintended consequences of their actions on some people and businesses. 

At a Christian Science lecture I attended, the lecturer shared an experience he’d had leading an outdoor adventure course for youth. A young man in the course persistently displayed hostility toward him and the rest of the group.

This author didn’t want to miss attending his Christian Science Association meeting in person due to financial challenges. Prayer turns things around. 

This term usually reminds me of sports. Athletes often refer to being “in the zone” when they are so mentally focused on what they are doing that they, for example, break a record in track, hit a home run or pitch a shutout in baseball, or achieve a personal best score during a figure skating competition.

When I worked as an intern for The Mother Church in 2022, I was part of a team that reached out to students in Africa to encourage them to start Christian Science organizations (CSOs) in their schools. The aim of these organizations is to support spiritual growth, healings, and service to others and to foster a deeper understanding of what Christian Science is all about.

I remember the first time I washed feet. In my early teens, I’d been asked to help take care of my grandma whom I was living with at the time.