Article March 22, 1999 Issue

Your safe haven, present now

Safety is not a lucky break.

By Harriet Barry Schupp

We were in the middle of a five-mile bridge over Lake Ponchartrain in Louisiana on a Friday afternoon. In heavy traffic, a large piece of tin suddenly appeared, blown in the air by a vehicle in front of us. The tin flew into the front of the car and slashed one of the tires. From sixty-five miles an hour, we were immediately reduced almost to a standstill. As traffic swirled around us, we moved into the emergency lane on the bridge. With enormous trucks roaring past at seventy miles an hour on one side and the choppy waters of the lake on the other, the temptation to feel insecure was frighteningly strong. During these tense moments, I began to pray.

Immediately this thought came: "Into His [God's] haven of Soul there enters no element of earth to cast out angels, to silence the right intuition which guides you safely home" (Mary Baker Eddy, Miscellaneous Writings, p. 152). "His haven of soul." How grateful I was for that beautiful description of the ever-loving presence of God, where His man always truly is.

A haven is a place of safety and refuge. Spiritually speaking, this is our natural habitat, for as the image, or idea, of God, divine Love, we live and dwell there. I also began to acknowledge that we truly were spiritual ideas, not material objects in danger of being hit by other massive material objects passing us at high speed.

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