The material outlook in many parts of the world today seems dismal indeed in its presentations of insufficiency and inharmony.
Almost everyone works, but to some of us our work seems a wearisome task.
To those seeking release from the imprisoning discords of the physical senses Christian Science comes with assured hope.
Are we waiting, Micawber-like, for something to turn up, perhaps a healing, comfort from sorrow, more adequate supply, a congenial environment, happiness, or companionship?
During my college years I was usually conscientious about doing my schoolwork.
Who sketches distorted views of life—picturing self in a role of strife,driven by time, a ruthless master,ever prodding men to pull fastertheir load of responsibility?