ONE THING ALWAYS MARRED MY ENJOYMENT of my beloved London skyline—the numerous clunky construction cranes littering the horizon in contrast to the outline of my favorite classic and modern buildings. That is, until a friend, alive to the metaphysics of Christian Science, came to visit. "Aren't they wonderful!" he said, pointing to a bevy of cranes interspersed between some beautiful buildings in Central London. He said that to him, these cranes were symbols of the idea that the Christ—the divine presence of God in human experience—is always at work, reconstructing and renewing our thoughts and, as a result, our lives.
I have never again resented a single crane on any city's skyline. I now find them beautiful in their own special way. On my most-inspired days, they remind me of what God's love has done and is doing for me (and for all), day in, day out—restoring hope and renewing spirituality, which heals hearts, minds, and bodies. On my less-inspired days, they symbolize the promise that the Christ is already at work, even while I still seem to be sulking, discouraged, or just plain missing the mark of expressing the pure spiritual love that is really my true nature.
The healing Christ! Like the ubiquitous cranes in the most burgeoning of cities, the Christ is always getting the job done, whatever the physical, moral, or spiritual job of rebuilding and renewal needs to be—whether for an individual, a family, a community, a business, a church—or a whole nation.
