Editorial August 21, 1902 Issue

Sound the Wheels

S.

The "limited express" with its burden of humanity sweeps past on its time-exterminating, space-destroying mission, grand in us triumph of mechanics, regal in its luxurious appointments, proud in its relations to commerce, to government, and to social life. It is swift and imposing in its strength, with not a suggestion of weakness or imperfection. Yet before the climb is begun, before the descent is made into the valley, as the twilight shadows gather before the long "night run," the clang of the tester's hammer is heard. Every wheel must ring a clear note, no cracked, jangling, uncertain sound, but a clear note, then the hill is climbed, the descent is made, and the morning dawns in safety.

The lesson is very plain. Whatever the enterprise, however flattering the promise of safety and success, let us stop and test our motives. Let us see that they ring the clear note of love, no discordant clink of self, on jangle of ambition, no confused sound of self-deception, hypocrisy, or inertia, just the clear, resonant note of love, the love that Christian Science has made it possible to demonstrate now for the protection of all humanity. S.

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