Questions & Answers
When I was a little girl, one of the most exciting things was finding a rainbow after a storm— and more so, if in another part of the sky the storm was still in progress. Then, when I was older, I learned what a rainbow really stands for: God's promise to His children that He will not let error flood the earth.
Scrutinize as with His eyes— What perfection, glory, and beauty you are, you have. You can never have less if you try, or others try, to give the lie to holiness.
No other way could tiny child have been protected quite so well. A world attuned through inspirationed prophecy to glorious marvels faithful ones would grasp.
I was not a joiner— something of a loner; not organization-minded. Oh, I loved the truth! I loved the church triumphant.
Prayer to God is a forward journey, a grasp of the infinite, an encounter with eternity. Anita H.
Father, may I rise to know that higher praise beyond self-centered gratitude for mercies given or expected; that praise which is Your glory reflected in pure adoration, in realization of heaven here. Lord, may my consciousness be where Your glory touches and transfigures thought, teaching a way of life transformed by grace— itself a song of praise.
When the parched tongue fails, when the flesh is riven the God of the Children will not forsake. He will appear, in the cruelest place, as rivers opened, as saving springs— as the fiery wilderness cooled to a pool.
When the Father awakened me From sleeping mortal sense, I felt No harsh jerk Intruding on my peace Nor rash alarm—dazzling— But I fathomed the warmth Of a gentle tap on the shoulder Pointing up, telling me To eject dark mortal viewing And clasp firmly the staff Of Love, Breaking through Bleak screens of mortality Reaching Spirit's path. Now, I am in vivid focus Seeing man clearly, radiantly.
They led me by the hand, they did; I, the great man Saul. As little child from new birth sprung, My nature changed to Paul.
The wonderful thing about Christian Science is that although when we first come to it we're staggered to learn that we've found God— the search has just begun. I know it's tempting to unpack our mental bags, kick our shoes off, and say "oof," but this does not forward the journey— it is not the moment to settle down, eyes closed, enmeshed in a web of self-spun contentment, and whisper, "God will work it all out.