Questions & Answers
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 . .
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.
After a storm makes itself known, God sends a sign— a rainbow. His promise of fruition commands the sky.
God’s promises arrive completely formed and fulfilled. Promises of Life, God-guided gifts, like the seed, arrive with all needs supplied.
God, You are so gentle, Your timing, so kind; Your order is perfect— You’re Love divine! Your power is omni; Your presence is true; Your knowing complete; Your action flows through. You, Lord, the light, I, Yours, the beam.
John the Baptist who baptized Jesus and heard the voice from heaven, imprisoned in a moment of uncertainty, sends his disciples to ask, Are you the Christ, the one we’ve been waiting for? Silent, the Master does his work heals the tormented the suffering the unclean. Then the answer comes: Go and show John again those things which you hear and see: the blind receive their sight the lame walk the lepers are cleansed the deaf hear the dead are raised up and the meek in spirit have the gospel preached to them— and blessed are they who are not offended in me.
My Father-Mother speaks: “You are Mine. ” Perfectly conceived in Mind, Meticulously drawn by the hand of Love, Inscribed on the Spirit-paper of purity, And embossed by Soul.