Article January 2, 1909 Issue

"AS ONE WHOM HIS MOTHER COMFORTETH."

JEANIE C. E. ANDREWS.

It was a late autumn afternoon, and the warm glow of the setting sun was blending the tints of tree, and earth, and sky in a flood of golden harmony, while speaking to the awakened consciousness of the deeper harmonies of Truth and Love. One of earth's travelers was pressing wearily forward in the golden light, her thought vibrating between hope and fear. Her destination was one of the houses on a hill near by, and on reaching it she was taken to the friend she had come to seek.

"I have come," she began, "to see if you can help me. I am ill in body, but for that I care little—I am so ill in mind, for want of God." There was a moment's pause, and then she went on, "Perhaps you will not care to talk to me when I tell you I have no faith—I always loved mankind, and when as a young girl I looked around me and saw the want, and sin, and woe upon the earth, I felt that I could not bear it, and that if this were the work of God, then God was evil and I did not want Him." Her voice rose in bitter protest. "How could a good God act so?" she said. "How could any one with an atom of good evolve such cruel wrong? Am I wicked because I cannot worship such a god as that—are you too horrified to talk to me?"

"Indeed no," answered the other; "you have less to unlearn than most of us. There is no evil god to worship; God is unmixed good." "Yet all the great thinkers say otherwise," the inquirer protested. "Are you sure of that?" came the answer. "True thinking is the only thinking; making mistakes is not thinking."

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