Each day, just one little seed of Truth dropped in the human mind. What a garden it would make! Since Tracts and Series are coming so plentifully to our hands, shall they not be circulated in the same generous spirit? As one goes along the street, why not carry a tract in the hand and a word of Love on the lips? and be watching to give both with a consciousness that this is Truth, come to save. It is not hard to do, and consumes personal barriers between man and man very fast. It brings out many a smile and thanks in return, too, even from strangers. A bit of experience may prove this.
Going down street one market-day, when the thrifty housewives, basket in hand, were seeking the bread of material sense, I paused on a corner and realized that Truth is the only food and Truth finds its own consumers. Almost immediately, a lady passing stopped, and asked me to help adjust her dress (that typified a habit of thought), and as I assisted, it was natural for me to introduce her to Christian Science and give her a tract. In a few moments, two school girls stood near me, waiting for some companions; I felt that Truth drew them and we spent the time reading from the Children's Department of the Journal. Another child listening, began to tell of "growing pains " in her arms. A word of rebuke to sensation in matter was given, and the little one raised a pair of honest eyes and said, "I'll never speak of 'growing pains' again." A lady meeting me a second time came eagerly forward and said, "Won't you give me another tract? the one you gave me last week was lost. I want to come to see you." I said, "Truth is never lost." "That's just what I told them at home," she replied, "it had gone where it would do somebody good."
The ruling belief in this region seems to be defective vision; a large proportion of the people wear glasses—and even many children. Once, walking behind a girl, I was wishing earnestly that I could save the children from bondage, when she suddenly took off her glasses. This was Truth's call, and I followed it with a tract and an invitation to come to my home.
