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When doubt and fear of deprivation seemed to overwhelm my faith, I turned to God and cried, "Save me, Father, from my despair!" And the voice within replied, "Did I lead Israel into the wilderness to die? Did I require the widow of Zarephath to starve? Did I take back the Shunammite's son? Are you not Israel, my child? Are you not the widow? Are you not the Shunammite?" And then I knew, "It is well. " KARL S.
To his students it was simple mathematics: a thousand men for one loaf —hardly enough— human need denied. To the Master it was divine metaphysics: five thousand men with one Mind —more than enough— hunger satisfied.
Here we are, Mike, in this box of a chapel. Late June.
Not what others think I am, but what God knows. Opinions can't define me if I accept Mind's perfect concept.
"were there not ten cleansed?" ( Luke 17:17 ) There were nine who went on. I was the nine.
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Not lost in private musings debating different choosings ruminating on offenses roaming through past tenses But occupying till Truth in brilliant splendor wipes out the wan pretender that pleads preoccupation with thoughts that are not His Like the child who occupies himself with what is now— not longing backward not fearing forward— but simply accepting the moment's gift We too can lift our present task above preoccupation and occupy occupy occupy "till I come" DORIS KERNS QUINN.
longing heart cease dead-end search for perfect church real Church is not view-hid it is not hard to find real Church is not stone/people-made or planned by human mind perfect Church design Manual of The Mother Church by Mrs. Eddy.
I will stand and stand and understand! I will not come down from the mount of Spirit! I will remain on my mountain until the last clock falls silent, until the last cross tumbles into dust, until the last nail crumbles into rust! I will have my dominion! I will joyfully be what everyone is eternally— spiritual man! JANE HUELSTER HANSON.
For just too long the problem left me without song. What was needed was firm denial, and soon unyielding trial— vanished/gone— left my Peniel a remembrance of being blessed.