GLORY OF HOME

From my home facing a miniature canyon I once saw beautiful trees of many textures sparkling like diamonds; a little stream falling down toward the river; the banks of the canyon covered with honeysuckle and maidenhair fern; clouds parting and the sun filtering through the rifts in strata of burnished gold, and hills blazoned with indescribable glory. Suddenly, as if for my benefit, a double rainbow framed the scene.

As I looked with awe on this phenomenon of nature my gratitude went out to God for His messenger to this age, Mary Baker Eddy, because through her teachings I had found a higher sense of home. Mrs. Eddy says in her "Miscellaneous Writings" (p. 87): "In our immature sense of spiritual things, let us say of the beauties of the sensuous universe: 'I love your promise; and shall know, some time, the spiritual reality and substance of form, light, and color, of what I now through you discern dimly; and knowing this, I shall be satisfied. Matter is a frail conception of mortal mind; and mortal mind is a poorer representative of the beauty, grandeur, and glory of the immortal Mind.'"

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