Of Good Report

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. 

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. 

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.

Recently I started attending church again after being away from it for several years. It wasn’t that I lived far from a Christian Science church; there’s one just a short drive from my house.

More than a year ago, I had an interview at a consulate in my hometown for the purpose of getting a visa for an overseas trip. After my visa application was approved, I was told to go back to the consulate the following week with my letter of approval in order to retrieve my passport and visa.

Throughout my life, I have experienced many wonderful healings. I grew up with Christian Science and my mother is a Christian Science practitioner.

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.

One morning a friend contacted me and said that his son, a friend of my son’s, had run away after they’d had a fight. He wondered if my son or I might know where he was.

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.