Article February 9, 1935 Issue

When Spring Comes

MYRTLE R. BIGGINS

In the spring, when all nature begins to unfold before us, there appears new beauty and charm to gladden our hearts. How gradually it all comes! And then there is a day when, all at once, it seems that the process is complete, and loveliness has burst forth before our eyes. The picture has been perfected. While the process was gradual, each stage had its particular appeal, and we enjoyed every outward expression in the wonderful unfoldment which, we knew, would continue even to the harvest time.

The joy of continuous revealing through growth as symbolized by nature was beautifully realized by a Christian Scientist in an experience on a farm. Early in the spring the plows were busy turning over the rich black loam. Then came the harrows breaking up the hard clods until the surface was smoothed and well prepared for the seed. Then as the seed was sown, the long straight lines of the drill marks reaching across the field eloquently testified to the diligent and patient work of the farmer and to the sturdy toil of his faithful horses. Each stage of the process had a beauty all its own.

Very soon there appeared a soft touch of green, a thin haze spreading over the black soil. Then came the more vigorous growth, and later appeared the heads of the grain with the promise of fruitage. Later this began to take on a golden hue and glow in the sunshine. How quickly the harvest time had come! The farmer with his reaper came into the field, this time to cut the grain and garner it. The sheaves were gathered into shocks; and as the warm autumn sunbathed all in beauty and peace, the scene spoke of a great achievement, fruition and plenty—cause for grateful acknowledgment of divine Love's bountiful provision. Mrs. Eddy tells us in "Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures" (p. 442), "Christ, Truth, gives mortals temporary food and clothing until the material, transformed with the ideal, disappears, and man is clothed and fed spiritually."

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