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[Written for the Sentinel.]
MY BROKEN IDOL
My days and nights to evil thoughts were closed;
I prayed to God aright, as I supposed;
As porter at my humble door I stood
That naught should find an entrance there but good.
And yet my friend, the healer, did not seem
To reach the stronghold of my troubled dream.
My ills and pains, despite his kindly zeal,
To mortal sense were still unmet and real.
At midnight long I pondered, quite alone.
Was there not some relief as yet unknown?
Whose fault was this? I longed anew to hear
Some word to lull my growing sense of fear.
Pluck out that idol by thy side! I heard
Distinctly spoken every measured word.
What idol? whence could come this strange behest?
Long, long I mused, the riddle still unguessed.
Day dawned; but, just before the east grew bright,
I fell to dreaming, and again 'twas night.
Beside my couch, with lips compressed, and still,
A figure stood; somehow I lacked the will
To speak. It was my counterpart; but, oh,
It was not I—its sphinxlike brow was low,
The deep-set lines of care were plainly seen
Upon its unresponsive, darkened mien.
Pluck out that idol by thy side!—just one
Tremendous lurch I gave—the deed was, done,
And out upon the court my idol fell
A shattered mass; this broke the painful spell.
The truth I saw—my idol, sere and grim,
Was self; and in the morning shadows dim
Sweet chimes of joy rang out from yonder tower,
For I was born again this selfsame hour.
A peace I ne'er had known surrounded me;
My thanks went up that I at last was free
To love my neighbor as myself—yea, more,
For self destroyed, which claimed my love before,
Was gone—the more of love could I bestow
Upon my neighbor, were he friend or foe.
Once more awake, I faced the growing light;
My heaven at hand was shadowless and bright,
For all my ills, my every known distress
Had found at last its native nothingness.
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April 1, 1911 issue
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THE LOVING FATHER
BLANCHE HERSEY HOGUE.
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THE BEGINNER AND THE BIBLE LESSONS
WILLIAM TAYLOR STONE.
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A HEALED NEWSPAPER
HENRIETTA A. FIELD.
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THE THIRD COMMANDMENT
LAURA B. DOORLY.
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NEEDED LESSONS
A. L. HITCHCOCK.
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MY BROKEN IDOL
CASSIUS M. LOOMIS.
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Our critic does not seem to have perceived that there is...
Frederick Dixon
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Our critic is mistaken in his supposition that Christian Science...
James D. Sherwood
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Having read the letter published last week in the Pacific...
Olcott Haskell
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God changes not; therefore such works as the Master did...
H. Coulson Fairchild
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A large majority of the members of the Christian Science...
Joseph B. Lovell
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One of the fundamental rules of Christian Science practice...
Edward W. Dickey
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LOVE'S RECOMPENSE
ISABELLE W. PEMBROOK.
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"THE SPIRIT THAT QUICKENETH"
Archibald McLellan
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THE MOUNTAIN AND THE MUSTARD SEED
John B. Willis
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SPIRITUALITY
Annie M. Knott
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THE LECTURES
with contributions from A. H. Pettigrew, J. J. Suess, J. A. Eskridge
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An overwhelming sense of gratitude prompts me to tell...
Charles le Maistre
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About three years ago I was suffering greatly from boils,...
Milton F. Harris
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It is with a deep sense of gratitude for what Christian Science...
Helen M. Mills Porter
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I wish to testify in regard to the benefits which I have...
L. R. Johnston with contributions from Elizabeth Johnston, Lois Catharine Johnston
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The budding of a common flower elicits no special...
Fred C. House
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It is with a heart full of love and gratitude to God that...
Minnie Martz with contributions from N. S. Martz
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Before I learned of Christian Science I was very miserable...
Mary Alice Muir
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About nine years ago, when living in Wisconsin, I was...
Mary J. Miles
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From early childhood I was in bondage to headaches and...
Maybelle A. Wallis
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Christian Science came to me over four years ago, and I...
Margaret Goulding Reid
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ADMISSION TO MEMBERSHIP IN THE MOTHER CHURCH
John V. Dittemore
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FROM OUR EXCHANGES
with contributions from Charles Clark Pierce, Anson Phelps Stokes, Jr.