The Rock of Truth

Possibly every Christian Scientist has at some time in his experience reached a period of calm when, instead of indulging the tendency to rest on his oars, he has been sufficiently wise to work with unremitting perseverance and trust. This course has begotten a sense of assurance which seemed entirely adequate; but when, as not infrequently happens, a sudden storm breaks out of the clear sky, the encounter proves to be peculiarly trying. Perhaps the anguish of such an hour is not half so much its own measure of evil, as is that shock to his trust which dissipated the sense of protection and justice and left him struggling with the doubt as to whether he had reaped the good he had tried to sow. In such an experience he may feel that he has not deserved it, and may try to solace his resentment with the mental resolve that he will make no more effort, since both ignorance and understanding, faithlessness and faith, seem to bring about the same result.

At least one Scientist has passed through this vortex. After months of peace and health, when his faith and love grew daily stronger, he was, at what seemed a most inopportune time, confronted with an experience that swept over him like a tidal wave. Though he clung to his faith while the tempest was on and successfully fought his way out, nevertheless when the skies cleared he suffered a mental recoil which carried his pain into weary months, until it seemed as if his faith was all gone. That he had won did not much matter. The point was, Why had he suffered at all? He had supposed that spiritual understanding averted just such blows; but this experience proved otherwise.

April 18, 1914

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