Article October 2, 1902 Issue

A Little Lesson

MRS. CHRIS GUTHRIE.

Last evening as I sat on our front porch, my little boy of eight, was playing in front of the house placing stones to form a dam for the water which was flowing down the street just after a shower. He had been out to play previous to this with two little boys whose parents were Scientists.

As he worked away he finally exclaimed, "I am not going to play with those boys any more," and I quickly said, "Don't voice error, dear," then asked him, "What have you just finished, darling?" He quickly answered, "A dam." "Just so," I said. "What does it do?" "It keeps the water from flowing down the hill to the little brook," he answered. "Now," I said, "by voicing that error of dislike you were closing, as it were, with a dam, all streams of love which should flow from and through you; go quickly and remove all those stones and let the stream flow on, and at the same time declare love for yourself. Let love fill your thought all the time if you want love yourself, for hate would choke the channel."

I write this, thinking it may help some other mother to explain the working of love and how needful it is to keep the channel open.

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