I should like to relate an incident which happened some...

I should like to relate an incident which happened some years ago. For a month it had been my practice twice daily to drive across a main line railroad at a certain point. This crossing was protected by a guard, who was stationed there because of an almost completely obstructed view. When a train was approaching, he could be seen standing in the middle of the road, flagging all cross traffic. When no train was expected, he usually was seated on a bench beside his little shelter.

One afternoon, a little later than usual, I started to drive over this crossing. I looked for the guard, and saw a man sitting on his bench reading a newspaper. His position indicated to me that the line was clear. The front wheels of my automobile had barely crossed the tracks of the north-bound trains, when that power not one's own impelled me to look up the tracks of the south-bound trains. There, thundering down upon me, by then only two or three hundred feet away, was the main line limited. Because of the clatter of the racing, low-geared, cold engine of my coupe, I had not heard the approaching train.

Instantly I cramped the steering wheel hard to the left. The train flashed by, missing the automobile by a few inches. The man I had believed to be the guard was a passing workman, sitting on the guard's bench to rest. I had heard the "still small voice" of our heavenly Father, whispering to my awaiting, responsive consciousness. Many years of daily earnest study of Christian Science, daily consecrated prayer, protective mental work, and reverent communion with God, in the light of this Science, have helped me to hear and be obedient to this "still small voice."

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March 16, 1940

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