A QUESTION ANSWERED

In Habakkuk we read (1:13), "Thou art of purer eyes than to behold evil, and canst not look on iniquity." This Scriptural verse always seemed to raise in the mind of the writer this question: "How can God, of purer eyes than to behold evil, help me out of the many difficulties which seem to engulf me?" To her it seemed logical that our heavenly Father would have to know the nature of our problems, at least in a degree, in order to give us any substantial aid. She asked this question many times, and although she never doubted the sincerity of those who gave her their answers, to her the question still remained unanswered and presented itself again and again.

As the writer continued to study the Lesson-Sermons as given in the Christian Science Quarterly she more and more acquired the habit of talking her problems over with God and not so much with persons. Upon one of these occasions the question, "How can God, of purer eyes than to behold evil, help me?" presented itself again; but this time the answer, the spiritual unfoldment step by step, came with the question.

She was led to recall her experiences with her two daughters when babies. Often she had put them to bed in the nursery and had then gone to the kitchen to finish the work of the evening. More than once a cry from, the nursery made her hurry upstairs, there to find one of the little ones in a state of great fear, with covers off and perspiring freely. As she reviewed these experiences it came to her clearly that she did not know what had caused the baby to cry out. She did not know the nature of her frightening dream, but she kept right on expressing her mother love, in every instance, gently patting the little one, at the same time readjusting her covers, always to find that the child relaxed and was again at peace.

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