Questions & Answers
When childish tough-talk yields to receptivity and all those insecure/self-centered steps proceed in straight-line paths; When feminine wiles submit to Love's compassion and that serpent's tongue—slanderous gossip— is silenced by the Word; When domination defers to moral courage and macho self-will/animality retreats for purity; Then does my manhood complement my womanhood and not abuse my child-heart innocence but cheer the new idea. For I find at one (in unblemished harmony) the male/female/child of God's creating exemplified in me.
Joy lives fully— not in vagaries of the senses nor in hyped-up material pretenses but in the overflow of Soul's exact expression wherein depression, sorrow vanish not through repression but through development of that single, spiritual sense where joy is and is and is Soul's recompense. STEVEN ALAN AVEY.
Hypothesis presents its labyrinth inviting us to walk through rooms of limitation— door to door to door infancy to child to adolescent to .
Christ-call rang clear: Lazarus, come forth. He listened and he came in that bright hour.
Why scan the roiling sky with mortal doubt, Rehearsing dark concerns, maintaining view Of enemies within and foes without? Illusions! Myths! God, good, alone is true. Elisha's servant stared.
Grasp unclasped from self-will I pray, "In God's own time. " And therein find grace for today— renewed understanding of God's holding me— in God's own way.
This is a problem for which there's no solution? Did God tell you that? Or is there merely a problem you have not yet seen the solution to? Trust Principle to have provided the answer; trust Mind to reveal it; trust Soul to give you the insight to see and accept it. LONA INGWERSON.
The plaintive cry, "Oh why, Oh why Won't error go?" Is stilled by thought That error's naught In Truth's bright glow. The dark can't say That it will stay Or choose to flee.
I place them in Your hands, dear God; I trust them to Your care. You who mark the sparrow's fall And number every hair Will cherish them and guard them well From snares of every kind.
Where wast thou when the sons of God shouted for joy? And now where are you when the sons of God shout? For shout they do! The shouting time wasn't yesterday, nor is it tomorrow's promise. The reign of Love is here, is now— the reason for the joy remains! How can the singing change? Can you ever cease to shout for joy— you, already cherished, held tenderly, without alloy within your Father's consciousness (a jealous God who will never let you go)? The sons of God are shouting! Where wast thou and where are you now when the morning stars sing together? Declare! Raise your voice, rejoice! HAZEL VALERY KNIGHT.