Truth perfects praise "out of the mouth of babes" in varied and wondrous ways. Our little one, aged four and a half years, corrects, with a child's quick perception of Science, every unscientific seeming in us, and teaches us many valuable lessons in Truth.
One day he went to play with some little friends, and when told they were to "take care not to hurt themselves," he looked up from his play and said, "There is no hurt, because God is Love." Another day he said, "Why, if I fall, I fall into Love, so cannot be hurt." So of course he never is, or if just for a moment he thinks he is, he soon finds out he is making a mistake, and laughs at himself for being so foolish.
In speaking of some one he loves very much he said, almost with tears in his eyes,—"And I teached her, and I teached her, and I teached her that there was not hurt because God is Love, and she could not understand."
Outside the window of the room is a balcony where he often plays. This balcony is all around the house, and other people's windows open on it too. One day he was running along, singing as usual, when a lady from the next room called to him, intending to ask him to be quiet, as her friend was sick; but he gave her no time to say anything, for looking into the window he saw the lady in bed, and quickly asked, "Why is that lady in bed?" "O, because she is very sick," said her friend. "There is no sickness, because God is Love," he said, and ran on again.
A few days after the lady who had been sick, came to call on his mamma, and brought with her a friend who needed Christian Science help. His mamma talked with them about Science, and one of the ladies took Science and Health to read, and said she wished she could be a Scientist too. It must have been the sweet child-thought that drew them here that day. It is just a little seed planted, and we all know what happens when a good seed is sown. Though it may seem to us to be hidden for a little time, it is growing all the while, and must spring up, and beautiful flowers will unfold.
This little lad will never let any one mention the word death in his presence. One day, during our morning reading the word came in. He was playing on the floor near, but on hearing that word he jumped up and came and stood in front of me and said,—"Let me tell you there is no death, because God is Life and Love!" Then he told me the story of Lazarus. It was beautiful to see his sweet earnestness, and to hear him emphasize the words "I am. . . Life." Then he told how Lazarus came out of the grave because Jesus knew there was no death, but that God was Life and Love, and is everywhere. He knows so well he is a child of God, and is "made in His image and likeness."— Paris.
