Article October 10, 1908 Issue

"LOVE IN A MIST."

MAXWELL ARMFIELD.

I was looking at the blue petals of some "love-in-a-mist," and thinking how well the little flower typified the hope that is seen clearly to be emerging everywhere through the world's discontent, when my friend drew my attention to a belated yellow daffodil that she had found hidden under some thick leaves. To me it appeared a vivid green, and I supposed its strange color to be due to one of those lapses from which no so-called natural law is free. She however assured me that it was a pure yellow, and until my eyes gradually lost the memory of the blue that was clouding its purity, I maintained that my friend should have immediate treatment for her sense of color-blindness!

In a way somewhat similar, I think, we are so convinced of the reality of error that when Christian Science is first presented to us we too often are unwilling to accept the seemingly ridiculous statements of those who know the truth of being, and it is some time before the memory of the belief in sin, sickness, and death ceases to mar the purity of the perfect conception of Life that Mrs. Eddy has so beautifully and clearly explained for us; so that those of us are wise who agree to take a great deal that appears incomprehensible, on trust, knowing that if we persevere, this seeming veil of error which taints our vision must eventually be rent away, for it is but the memory of something that never really existed.

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