"Thou art there"!

Sometimes the student of Christian Science who can valiantly meet the claims of sickness seems to lose his weapons of warfare when that slinking old enemy, discouragement, sneaks upon him unawares. When mortal mind begins to argue for discouragement, it carries with it many a lie about how much worse off this case is than any other, and asserts that Science cannot help in this particular case! As if there were any "particular case" to God; or as if it matters at all so long as the encircling arms of never ceasing Love are enfolding the real, divinely anointed man of God's creating. To one Christian Scientist, dealing with this old lie which had wedged its way in at an unguarded moment, a heavensent answer came as a sure weapon. She had been battering away at self-pity and self-love, trying, with the corners of her mouth still turned down, to know that these things were lies which had no connection with the child of God, made in the radiant image of Him who is "of purer eyes than to behold evil" and cannot "look on iniquity." But the night of error still seemed dark, and the lying arguments were still coming so thick and fast that she could hardly keep on brandishing her sword of Truth. But "desire is prayer," as Mrs. Eddy tells us in "Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures" (p. 1). The clouds broke, and like the voice of the dove came the words of the psalm: "Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from thy presence? If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there. ... If I say, Surely the darkness shall cover me; even the night shall be light about me. Yea, the darkness hideth not from thee; but the night shineth as the day: the darkness and the light are both alike to thee." Was not that her answer? For surely her bed seemed to be made in hell, and yet "thou art there"—not alone in heaven, but even in the hell of discouragement.

She was not fighting alone, then. No! The hosts of heaven were there all about her, and even the "night," so symbolic to her of depression, fear, aloneness, hopelessness, unprotection, became light about her; for to the radiant presence of God, darkness and light were both alike. So the clouds lifted, and she was at last walking in the light, so very sure of the promise, "Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me." She knew, too, that if the endeavor is made to repulse each false argument, even though without apparent result, God's hosts of ministering angels will soon be realized as there to lead "in the way everlasting."

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