Article December 11, 1954 Issue

THE SUN NEVER SETS

LOUISE WHEATLEY COOK HOVNANIAN

Once every twenty-four hours the inhabitants of this spinning ball of earth which we call our world experience a brief interval during which the light begins to fade, the shadows grow longer, and the soft gray of twilight envelops the earth like some misty garment. Those looking on say, "The sun is setting." And then a little later they say: "The sun has set. It is gone."

But has it gone? Where is the sun when it is supposed to set? Just where it was before. Nothing has happened to the sun. The only thing that has happened is that we cannot see it any more. Even though it may be hidden from us, it is still shining somewhere—untouched, bright, and beautiful.

Let anyone who may perhaps be feeling that his own sunset hour is drawing near refuse to think of himself, or of anyone else, in that way. Mary Baker Eddy in "The First Church of Christ, Scientist, and Miscellany" says of one who had passed from human sight (p. 290), "Through a momentary mist he beheld the dawn." A mist never changes anything. It only keeps us from seeing the dawn. In the proportion that the mist of false belief melts away in our human consciousness shall we see that the one who is supposed to be gone is still living, loving, and about his Father's business.

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