Article July 6, 1935 Issue

The Way Out

MAYSIE GARRATT

Some years ago a student of Christian Science was asked to teach a class of boys in the Sunday school of the branch church of which she was a member. Grateful for the opportunity to serve thus, the student made careful preparation for the work by studying the pages of the Manual of The Mother Church pertaining to the Sunday school, as well as giving special attention to the Lesson-Sermon for the week, bearing especially in mind the thought of the need of young people. Although many prayers for guidance had gone forth to the heavenly Father, when the Sunday school hour arrived the student found to her dismay that the boys were apparently uninterested in the study of the truth. Mortal mind seemed rampant, with resultant inattention, irreverence, restlessness, and confusion.

For several weeks the preparatory work was continued, and the truth that there is but one Mind was resolutely declared; but there was no noticeable change in the mental atmosphere of the class. Not permitting discouragement to interfere with the needed demonstration, the student realized that there was a way out of this particular problem just as there is a way out of every inharmonious situation which presents itself; for had not Christ Jesus, the Way-shower, given this sweet assurance when he said, "And I say unto you, Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you"?

Confident that her prayers would be answered, and that she would be shown the way to help these pupils gain the blessing awaiting them in the Sunday school, the student ascended the hill leading to the church one Sunday morning. A little girl also on her way to Sunday school suddenly stopped and placing her hand confidingly in the student's hand looked up smilingly into her face and said, "Aren't you glad that you take your boys out through the door of Love?" "Why so I do," answered the teacher, joyously remembering that the word "Love" was the inscription on the wall above the door through which her class passed when leaving the Sunday school auditorium for the classroom used during the period of instruction. " 'Out through the door of Love,' " she repeated. "Why that is always the way out, isn't it?" The happy little messenger nodded and skipped on, but the message had been given, and the Sunday school teacher knew that her prayers had been answered and that the love which flooded her whole being was indeed the reflection of Love divine. Her thoughts aglow with love, the student joined her waiting class, and from that moment the change in the boys was noticeable. Problems continued to present themselves for solution, but they could not loom large to the heart aglow with love.

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