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Does hope lie buried in the soil called physical sense, where— deep down there, in anguish and despair— it languishes in hopelessness? Despair not, but heed the power of the Christ. Indeed, Christ, Truth, is ever near, is here, transforming thought in soaring flight, drawing all life upward to the light and might of spiritual sense.
Usually when the word is heard One pictures ethereal beings Who startled wakeful shepherds And sent them on their Soul-search To Bethlehem. Please note other heavenly hosts Playing out their appointed roles As the earth-moving drama Unfolded/unfolds onward To Bethlehem.
Voyage to discovery Seemed always to be quite straight Forward. From here to there.
I pray to rid me of complacency— that lukewarm state that turns to tepid tedium each task we do for church. I search my consciousness for any cold unfeeling thought that cools the ardor of my early love and fools me into thinking lukewarm letter can do the work of Spirit's fire.
Write the vision, and make it plain upon tables, that he may run that readeth it. (Habakkuk 2:2) I had practiced my testimony in all the spare moments of my days, and, when Wednesday evening came, the testimony was given.
"The Gabriel of His presence has no contests. "—Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures by Mary Baker Eddy, page 567.
He washes my feet. Poor stumbling Peter balked To see him kneeling slavelike with the bowl.
The quiet touch, The tender word, Resolve sufficient for the deed; A love for God Beyond all else, An urge to succor and to feed; Enough of patience, A store of cheer To wait the flowering of the seed: These the gifts The Father sends To help us meet a brother's need. JEAN B.
church is the crucible in which our consecration is refined, our patience is tested, zeal is tempered, hatred melts— the sanctuary in which our silent prayer is practiced, our longings find answer, our peace is renewed, our hearts yield to healing— the Lord's house where all are one family, Christ speaks to each heart, and God, good, reigns supreme. MARY McCONNEL DAVIS.
Well then .