In a bright little Sunday School, in one of the western States, where the children carry their thought-offerings from Science and Health, a little girl recited, not many weeks ago, a part of the second paragraph on page 499. In the talk about working out our own salvation, the question was asked, "What does it mean to 'wait for your reward?'" A dear little man jumped up, and, with eyes sparkling with intelligence, answered, "It means to be satisfied." What a revelation that was to us all.
A few moments later, the Superintendent said, "What is the first thing you want to do when you think you are sick?" The same little man answered, "Get that thought out quick."
A few days before the sister of this boy came to me in great distress, and said, "My little brother is awful sick." I asked what was being done for him, and she replied "Nothing." "Is he taking medicine?" I said. "O no, we don't take any more medicine, but I told E— he must say what you tell us in Sunday School (the Scientific Statement of Being), and not say he is sick." "Well," I said, "do you want me to take care of him?" "Why, of course!" was the surprised answer. I immediately went with her to her home, and found the child suffering from a serious claim of diphtheria. I sat by him while he attempted to tell me about himself, then I said, "E—, what is God?" He was quiet a moment, then said, "God is Love" "Yes, and don't you know that Love is taking care of you?" With a hushed, awed look on his face, he said, "Yes ma'am, I know it does." He seemed to grasp so much that was deeper than words, and the most beautiful part of all was, when he acknowledged Love's care, he was healed. When I told him how "perfect Love casteth out fear," and that if we trusted Love we would have no fear, his sweet face shone with the thought, as he said "Yes."
