WEEDS ROOTED UP

Recently I found in my flower bed, a weed whose staying qualities seemed very tenacious. Every day or two I would find a fresh shoot started, and, as always before, I would pull it up. I do not know the number of times that I pulled up the shoot, but one morning, as a fresh one had made its appearance, it came to me to go farther down. So I dug into the soft soil with thumb and finger, to get a firmer hold, but to my surprise the farther down I went the more firmly the root seemed to be lodged. With the aid of a knife I finally succeeded in dislodging the root, and found it nearly as large around as my thumb and about four inches long. As I looked at it I could but wonder what kind of success I would have had in getting rid of it had I continued simply to pull off the top.

As I held this growth in my hand, I remembered Jesus' words: "Every plant, which my heavenly Father hath not planted, shall be rooted up;" and Truth brought home to me a very searching question, Was I trying to get rid of the error and discordant conditions which seemed to be a part of my problem, as I did that weed? While I have had many beautiful demonstrations of divine Love, and of the efficacy of God's power to alleviate suffering and distress, yet I did not seem to progress as I ought; I seemed in bondage—I was not free. Had I been trying to dispose of these errors which seemed so real without searching deep into my own consciousness for the root-thought, the persistent belief in a life apart from God, which might produce them?

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