Prayer in the city
The Dutch called her “New Amsterdam,” Washington Irving dubbed her “Gotham,” Frank Sinatra sang, she’s “a city, that doesn’t sleep.” And on my first visit to New York City at age seven, I called her a dream. Through my impressionable young eyes the city was a surreal place where more happened in one minute than during the entire year in my second grade classroom back in Orange County, California. I absorbed every taste, scent, sight, and sound, from the skyward soaring concrete and glass on Sixth Avenue to the earthbound trees and grass in Central Park, and left with a new dream—to come back and stay.
Twelve years later, my dream was fulfilled. Only problem, it felt more like a nightmare than a dream. (more…)

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I was praying about Christmas a few weeks ago. From the news around the world to some news in my own family, I was starting to feel that this would not be a joy-filled Christmas but rather one filled with doubt, fear, and loss. But I LOVE Christmas! There is no other time of year I like better. I love the decorations, the spirit, and most of all, I love the focus on the Christ that my family has always brought to the season. So I was feeling like all the unhappy news was coming at such a bad time. Not that there would be a good time for it, but coming at Christmas just made it worse.
“Wait a minute!” you might be protesting. “Love myself? That sounds like self-centered, ego-tripping, caught-up-into-my-own-world, look-at-me-everybody, type of thinking. It sounds so conceited. And aren’t we supposed to avoid worship of self?”

by Leslie – Adapted from the
Drew Harbur – The Christian Science Sentinel, July 24-31, 2006
Mariah - The Christian Science Sentinel Oct 16, 2006