Questions & Answers
Last night, I had a great need, and the pastor came at my call. But not from a far-off pulpit did my pastor enter in the midnight hour.
This word is a pressing one; It implies urging, Insistence in asking, Persistence in requesting, Repeated imploring. Our yearning?— To know that whatever the appearance, God, the all-knowing, all-acting, all-wise, all-loving See Mary Baker Eddy, Science and Health , p.
Dear God: I used to say, "life is cruel," Until I learned that You are Life. In the midst of injustice, cruelty, and disappointment, You were guarding and guiding my upward way.
It's truly a prayer being offered, sweet assurance flushing out all sense of failure. This song of Soul brings light, lifts layers of burden, dissolves them with a love that sings itself.
Spontaneous inspiration through spiritual devotion assures an atmosphere of love-filled thought that raises us above the life-in-matter notion. It frees us for sublime soaring as on outstretched wings, with dominion and full strength; we are lifted, ascending in new spiritual light, in the beauty of its warm glow, in upward flight.
Surely He can't mean me ! Who am I to preach to anyone? Like Moses, I'm slow of speech and live my day just helping keep sheep safe, specially the little lambs that will stray The scorching heat during your endless searching of the desert to find pasture for the flock; encouraging, supporting the tired ones who lag behind; the freeing of those who've let their fleece get caught up and torn on thorn bushes; the starless night spent not in sleeping but in tending the light that's keeping marauders away— all these have wrought a selfless transparency of the heart for Truth to shine through uncontaminatedly. It's being , not preaching, that prepares you for Christ's healing ministry.
The blossom that is you has many petals (more than can be counted), each delicate and pure and in its place; their essence is so beautiful that we know it is God, Love, who enfolds the ever-perfect whole, unfolding—unlike the material rose—forever. Think often of this spiritual bloom, and the lovely pattern of your lifework will help bring heaven * to any place (within, without, and everywhere), that all may see and delight in the glory of God's work.
Of all the thoughts, questions, that pass before and during a Sunday School class, one alone I hold very close, for it recalls the reason I chose to shepherd these little ones. How will they learn? What will I say that will endure with them long beyond this hour—this day? How will they learn, indeed, to pray, to use this Science that meets all human need? Mind, God.
Along broad brushstrokes, Soul erases pain; Along your waiting, stirs Her artistry. And you are hushed to see Soul's likeness gain— And you are whole to prove Her mastery.
Our Saviour saw no mortal flaw; he beheld with vividness unparalleled God's perfect child, undefiled, intact in spiritual fact. Through reliance on Christ Science, we too can learn to discern with opened eyes— to realize, as did Jesus— the truth that frees us.