THE SPRINGTIME OF TRUTH

A first winter in Canada has shown us many new wonders, and we are more than ever grateful for Christian Science, which deepens our love for all that is beautiful and good, and teaches us to grasp some of the spiritual messages which nature brings to us. Some time ago we stood by a small lake at sunset, rejoicing in the first breath of spring. The ice had melted away from the shore, but it lay farther out, a solid, floating field, full of strange green lights. As we watched, a wind sprang up and slowly the field of ice began to move toward the pier on which we stood. At last it struck with a crash, and great cracks ran through it; then we saw that the ice which had seemed so solid was honeycombed with holes, a mere skeleton. Still the wind blew, and the foremost blo of ice were relentlessly flung against the pier by those behind them, falling crushed into splinters. Disappearing into nothingness, these made way for others to be destroyed and to disappear in their turn. This slow, inevitable destruction continued until at last the lake was free, every ripple joyously reflecting the sunlight.

Surely this scene was symbolic of the destruction of all error. Mankind may seem to be held in the viselike grip of passions and false material laws; evil may seem to present as solid a front as the ice, but already it is hollow and honeycombed by the power of Truth. Every time we deny a so-called law of matter and realize the truth of God's omnipotence, we make one more tiny hole in the bonds with which error binds mortals; and thus quietly and inevitably we weaken the tyrant's power and hasten its final destruction. False reports, material laws, evil works,—all these may fling themselves against the rock of Truth; but that rock stands firm, while they are flung back upon themselves, revealing their weakness until broken, dishonored, and finally destroyed. Thus human consciousness, like the lake, finds freedom, and reflects with joy and gladness the light of Love.

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