Questions & Answers
in the dark of night with pain encroaching a light-filled whisper wings through the wall of shadows: “When we learn that error is not real, we shall be ready for progress. ” 1 the question beckons: am i ready? am i ready for progress? and suddenly i am awake: yes! i am ready! and so despite insistent clamorings i turn with focused fervency to give complete consent to God (in whom error could never be real) who i know has answered all things has never not been present has ordained my very being has consecrated every precious thing and suddenly without notice, impasse gives way and i am awash in All-ness and here, right here, divine Love carries on Her unhurried, unharried undaunted dawn of day divider 1 Mary Baker Eddy, Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures, p.
We probably will never know precisely what the seven devils were the Master had cast out those years ago. Or if it had been she who brought the oil to Simon’s house, perfuming Jesus’ feet— feet washed with tears and dried with her own hair.
What do I need to listen to God? How do I hear what Love speaks? Does Love need to turn up the volume to drown out the world noise clamoring outside my window or claiming to be my thinking? Does Love need to be loud? Not in the world’s way. Love is like someone standing in the room with you, still and quiet, until you see that they were always there.
When will man pass through the open gate of Christian Science into the heaven of Soul, into the heritage of the first born among men? Truth is indeed “the way. ” —Mary Baker Eddy, Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures, p.
What is this cell of misery? And what are the walls that incarcerate? Are they not thoughts of fear, injustice, loneliness, inadequacy, hopelessness, confinement, worry, and self? Is the confinement within walls— or is it in me? Do I strike out with frustration, anger, resentment? Or do I reach out and up . .
I have a new plow now and a crop I can count on. The market is full, and the produce is plenty.
perhaps you like Elijah have found yourself running for your life running from your life huddled in a cave thinking you are alone that all is for naught that you have fallen short might as well pack it in shut down . .
After a storm makes itself known, God sends a sign— a rainbow. His promise of fruition commands the sky.
Early in the morning, inspiration from God can come in all kinds of ways. Swimming lap after lap, prayers flowing, lifting my thought to divine heights— knowing God, divine Love, the one Mind, ever present, embracing His spiritual offspring, His ideas—you, me, and all.
God’s promises arrive completely formed and fulfilled. Promises of Life, God-guided gifts, like the seed, arrive with all needs supplied.