Editorial August 7, 1902 Issue

Look Aloft!

If we were out on an angry sea at the mercy of the howling winds and surging wave, and sore afraid, we should look for deliverance, not to the mad billows frothing and foaming, and threatening dire destruction every moment; but we should lift our eyes prayerfully, hopefully upward to the sky, and we should be sure that when the light breaks there, the turmoil will cease, the storm will abate, the waves will be stilled, and we shall come safe into harbor.

We must not be less wise when we are striving to reach the haven of physical harmony. We cannot hope to be rescued from sickness while the weird magnet of material sense keeps the gaze riveted upon the "symptoms," upon the "better and worse," the convalescence and relapse, of admitted discord.

Our relief comes when the clouds of sense are riven and their seeming reality is dissipated by our consciousness of the reality of Spirit. We must learn to look heavenward for our healing. A growing quietness and peace and an unwavering faith in God, are the harbingers of health, and those who say, "I am more loving, more true, more pure, more happy since I have become a Christian Scientist," are entertaining the angel of healing, although it may be unawares.

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