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From the December 1891 issue of The Christian Science Journal


Have you ever held a crystal prism in the sunlight, and watched the sunbeams glint through it in myriad hues and shadows? One brilliant gleam chases another, until gathered into a harmony of beautiful colors and attractive rays of atmospheric light. Then turn the crystal about, and as you change its position, brighter, more beautiful rays flash out from it, reminding one of gleams of sunshine across a summer sea. Some of the hues are soft, warm, and mournful, melting into subdued tints of deep purple, unfathomable greens, and dark crimsons. Others are bright, clear, cheery, and inspiring; yellows, blues, and sunset tints of golden red. As you turn the crystal, beautiful rays form themselves, to melt into a vapor of misty white, and form again in new colors; and so it will ever be as long as you hold your crystal in the sunlight; the undying, unfailing, and unfading lights will be reflected through it.

Now let us make use of this little illustration as an object lesson for Spiritual truths. Let us look into the bright, ever shining resplendency of Spirit, and through the pure prisms of our thoughts and hearts let the sunshine of Love reflect itself.

First, let us see what the pure, warm, melting rays of Love will do for us, and how we can compare "deep purple, unfathomable greens, and dark crimson" to the divine Spirit. Mournful Purple! Why should she be chosen? Because she is a shade of tenderness and comfort. It is said to be the color that Mary, the sweet Mother of Jesus, wore at the Cross; and yet mourning is like Love, because, "Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted." They that mourn have learned to "suffer long and be kind," and this is love. Have you never heard the mourning dove cooing so softly and sweetly in the silence of the night watches? The low, sweet pathos of her melody is incomparable, and brings such comfort and peace. It is like the low sweet lullaby that Mother sings when we lie on her breast, and are tired, and it rests us and brings sweet dreams of Divine comfort and content.

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