School Days

A merry group of little folks went hopping, skipping, and chattering past my window on their way to school. In my heart I seemed to skip with them as I thought, How happy are school days! "But these are my school days, too," I suddenly exclaimed; "I ought to be as free and joyous as these children as I go to my daily lessons." For is it not plain that men, women, and children all attend the same great school of Life? All have the same schoolmaster, Christ; all have to learn the same sacred lessons of obedience to divine Principle, God, for all must sometime rise to the realization of perfection. "Earth's preparatory school must be improved to the utmost." As these words of Mrs. Eddy in "Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures" (p. 486) came to me with new significance, a sense of spontaneous joy filled me, and I thought, For what, then, are we all preparing? What but to solve, with scientific exactness, the great problem of spiritual living; to "put on the new man, which after God is created in righteousness and true holiness," as Scripture commands.

This school-day inspiration that broke upon my thought brought a sense of sparkling newness to endeavor. As I opened my eyes the next morning, my first thought was, Off to school! A happy, vigorous freshness made me eager to lose no opportunity to learn more fully how to see and to be the man of Love-likeness, like Love in motive and expression. I went to school to everything. The bird on upward flight seemed to bid me rise on triumphant wings of inspiration. The tiny snowdrop pushing its upward way heroically through icy ground whispered to me that at the call of Love's sunlight I too should lift my head above the coldness of human experiences. The baby, laughing in joy over a sunbeam that kissed his cheek, seemed to rebuke me for passing by so many tiny things of good without a smile of gladness.

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