Purging the Temple

During a Wednesday night meeting last winter my eyes rested for a moment on a man whose frame seemed to be wasted by great physical suffering, and on whose face was written a look of hunger and world-weariness. With increasing force came to me the great importance of the silent testimony for Truth. Think of going where such hunger was, carrying perhaps only a stone in the shape of some thought of error! From my heart rose up the prayer that I might always go conscious only of Truth, bringing with me no jarring thought, no double-mindedness, and in this verse of the hymn by our Leader, Mary Baker Eddy, my prayer found voice: —

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