Questions & Answers
It was the time for giving in the temple, The time for casting money into the treasury, And I, with no one to provide for me, Had in my pocket only two small mites, A farthing which should buy me bread. But when I thought of how much I loved God, I wished to give all that I could to help.
"Home is where the heart is," said a knowing One. But, oh, make sure the heart is placed Aright—where there is room for broadcast sowing Of much kindness and good cheer.
Dear Father, cleanse this willful heart From mortal sense and low desire. Help me to know Thee as Thou art And with my chastened thought aspire To gain that perfect concept where We are at one.
If on this misty earth I once had walked Without support of Science ever near, If to my consciousness no Truth had talked Or made me see reality so clear; If I had not been freed from matter's claim By divine Science, our blest golden key, Existence would be but a dream and vain, With nothing of the truth's reality. Oh, glorious good and love thou hast revealed Whenever I stood firmly in thy light; And every claim of pain or sin was healed, Revealing omnipresent Love as might.
The Wisemen listened, went another way, And saved the child from Herod's covert hate. Wise Joseph listened, fled to Egypt's sands, Returned not till he heard the voice again.
Unto the world, the world they knew, Jesus the Christ was born. Shepherds were glad, the Wisemen too, To see the promised morn.
Truth newly found Is like a rare and precious jewel Which, cradled in the hand, Gives off soft rays of light. Then, when for deeper knowing It is clasped against the breast, The thoughts of its clear glowing Reflect Truth's loveliness.
Beloved , whether we are near or far Apart; though much around us seems so wrong, We still can lift our gaze and see the star, And tune our hearing to the angels' song. And, following the star, we too can find The Christ, and each enshrine it in the heart, And find its presence solace for the mind— A presence from which we need never part, Relying on the promise to be near.
Are we really grateful for the good we have received? And has it made us more unselfed to see our brother's need? How often every day do we sincerely pray, "Not my will, Lord, but Thine be done," and mean just what we pray? Have we truly availed ourselves of blessings already given us, Gone not one mile but two with those who seem to want to hurt us? Herein is Love's own law that fits us to have more, But disobeyed it shuts us off from Love's wide-upon door.
Sunlit the hour, time ago, When a figure came walking, Backed by the light, In a robe of white. Joyous the shout of, "Welcome! Come in, come in!" when they saw him.