Article November 9, 1907 Issue

WITNESSES TO THE TRUTH

JOHN E. FELLERS.

The warm rays of the sun that travel through leagues and leagues of space, to woo the bud into bloom and fruit, and lift tons of water from the ocean, leaving the impurities behind; the fountain-clouds, growing in the secret of the day and pursuing their pathless course to the distant, thirsty plain: the refreshing showers, sifting the water down so gently that the tiniest flower is not bruised by the rainfall: the higher and purer atmosphere, reserving the snowflakes, like white thoughts, for the lofty mountain top,—all these give intimation of that noiseless operation of the infinite intelligence which throbs through the universe, announcing the sweet, protecting promise, "My presence shall go with thee and I will give thee rest."

If we now stand in wonderment before the seeming greatness and grandeur of the so—called physical world, what would be our delight if we could realize fully the splendor and might of the spiritual, of the wisdom that spiritual, of the wisdom that guards, guides, and governs all? Humanity is rapidly moving, in thought and deed, toward that consciousness which the Revelator possessed when he said, "And I saw a new heaven and a new earth: for the first heaven and the first earth were passed away: and there was no more sea." From the same soil, warmed by the same sun and moistened by the same dew and rain, side by side grow the trees that yield our varied fruits; and from the same homestead. out into the world, go the children of a common parentage, each with different tastes and aims, but each drawn with as unerring certainty toward that Mind "which was also in Christ Jesus," as the streams are drawn to the sea.

The substance, the reality of spiritual being is hinted at by all these beautiful intimations we see about us. just as the idea which the artist did not convey to canvas is suggested by the best picture he ever made. Mrs. Eddy says (Science and Health, p. 240), "Arctic regions, sunny tropics, giant hills, winged winds, mighty billows, verdant vales, festive flowers, and glorious heavens,—all point to Mind, the spiritual intelligence they reflect." When we remember that the best and the most beautiful things of the world about us are but symbols of the real, how unreal and ugly indeed do we find those thoughts and things which distress, afflict, and grieve the children of men.

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