Article January 23, 1902 Issue

Glimpses

BY HELEN ANDREWS NIXON

The perpetual demand of Spirit, "Let there be light," was present with me in early childhood. As I look back I can see the scientific thought repeatedly breaking through the clouds of belief. Had the effort then as now, been to separate the Truth from error rather than to reconcile them and account for their authorship in God, the way had been shortened. Of a loving heavenly Father I was conscious, and I distinctly remember in my childish heart the endeavor to apologize for what seemed to me mistakes. I whispered to myself, "I would not have made things so." That the glorious Truth "All is Mind" was urging its right to be heard is now evident. Matter as the substance of things seemed unworthy of God's power. I recollect standing when a very small child, under a starry sky, troubled by the thought that it was after all "all dirt," for so I had understood the teaching. How good it is that now as Christian Scientists we are learning to expect nothing from so-called matter, and all from Mind, God, in the way of instruction.

Years went by and the conviction deepened that the Bible and Jesus' teachings contained and embodied all wisdom. It grew plain likewise that we had not the true explanation, the key. Faith deepened, broadened, and laid hold of much. Experiences testified to Spirit's presence, help, and reality.

The following experience in 1884 occurred as related. After a long illness, and when apparently at death's door, I asked that certain young men might sing in an adjoining room. I called for the hymns beginning, "My hope is built on nothing less," and "God is Love, His mercy brightens." As the last line, "God is wisdom, God is Love," was sung, a complete transformation took place in my consciousness. The scene shifted into light. Instead of inhabiting a poor, sick body, my home was an atmosphere palpitating with love and purity. I looked upon the strange figure in the bed and wondered. I said to myself, "What has that to do with me? I am perfect and entire here in this beautiful place." I whispered to my mother, "Mother, God's everlasting arms are under us. He is Love. He is not on a throne." O the spiritual freedom and sweetness of that moment's realization! This glimpse healed the sick. When the physician came, he found to his amazement that my temperature had suddenly become normal. My recovery dated from this moment. Added proofs of Love's reality deepened the intense longing to know more of God.

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