As I read, week after week and month after month, the...

As I read, week after week and month after month, the wonderful outpouring of praise that ascends from grateful hearts, I too rejoice in thankfulness for the truth that is bringing light "to hearts and homes benighted."

During all the experiences of my life, my most cherished desire was that some day I might have a message to bear to the world that would uplift and strengthen. That desire has been answered, and the message has been given; and what a message it is! higher than I had ever deemed possible! For this blessing of Christian Science what cross is too heavy to bear? what task in overcoming self too difficult to perform? With the high goal of final achievement before our vision, what can obstruct our path heavenward?

This Christ, Truth, has brought to me what I once hoped for, but only looked for in some far-off future time impossible to calculate.

Now I am learning how to think aright, and through this transformation of thought I am leaving behind many a type of physical distress, many a mental anguish, many regrets and heartaches, and am laying up for myself treasures in heaven, — the harmony of ever-present good where the moth and rust of false beliefs in a power opposed to that good, cannot corrupt.

The treasures are becoming more numerous and more valuable day by day, and as I sit here this beautiful October Sunday afternoon and note from my window the wonderful tint of changing leaf, my heart is filled with unspeakable gratitude as I remember the many Sundays in the past when life seemed unbearable in the face of a despondency that only seemed to grow darker with length of days, and amid the glorious colors of autumn seemed only to catch a refrain of melancholy; but now there is a "new song" in my heart, and I here take opportunity to send if forth to divine Love, and to the one who has brought this gospel of healing to yearning humanity.

"How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that publisheth peace; that bringeth good tidings of good, that publisheth salvation; that saith unto Zion, Thy God reigneth!"

L. C. Dayton, O.

October 22, 1904
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