Article April 24, 1902 Issue

The True Creation

By Carrie J. Bell.

WHILE reading the article in the November Journal on "Man's True Relation to the Universe," I was deeply impressed with this sentence: "In individual consciousness the work of creation is constantly going on." I questioned where I was in consciousness in regard to this work of creation. I reflected on my lifelong yearning to know God; to be at rest from the perplexing questions that, in spite of a constant, earnest endeavor to be satisfied with the teachings of creeds and dogmas, would not be quieted. Then I realized that, in the midst of this chaos and night of mortal mind, divine Love had answered my prayers for Truth, conscious and unconscious, saying, "Let there be light." Musing still, I remembered that when this heavenly vision came to me, it brought with it such joy, such inspiration, such wholeness of body,—for I had from my earliest childhood been a sufferer from an inherited disease,—as caused me to see all things good.

Then came the descent from Pisgah's height, as I began to see that before I could enter into this glorious Sabbath that remaineth to the children of God, there must be a great work of destruction,—the casting out of false beliefs, the overcoming of error in its myriad manifestations. The night following that wonderful day of revelation was very dark, yet through the gloom there shone the star of understanding, faintly, it is true. Still I followed the gleam, as it guided my faltering footsteps, until from out the conflicting evidence of the senses and the struggles of captive thought, the dawn of a new day appeared. Like the seventy who returned to Jesus, declaring with astonishment that even devils were subject to them, I was gradually, with surprise, learning that I could speak to error with authority and prove its nothingness.

As this "day" progressed I saw the waters of error recede, "Demons and shadows," calling themselves epileptic fits, rheumatism, sick headaches, catarrh, and curvature of the spine, fled before the Word. The firmament appeared. I knew that I stood on the Rock—Christ. Years ago, amid contradictions apparent on every side, while contemplating the mystery of godliness and the seeming and, at that time, unexplained power of evil, I decided to rest as patiently as possible on the promise, "I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with thy likeness," supposing this awakening would come after death. What then was my joy to learn through the study of "Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures" that now are we the image and likeness of God. Thus Love led me step by step to where I can truly say, I am satisfied to await the successive unfolding of the days and nights of God's creation. This I know: however dark the night, Truth is "a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path."

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