The
promise, "Thou shalt be a blessing," quoted in a recent letter to the writer by a friend, recalled vividly to her thought how the application of the truths of Christian Science fulfils in the experience of its students this Scriptural promise to Abraham.
Men
write history which subsequently is read by other men, and while it seems more than we may expect that every historian should write with discerning wisdom, it is nevertheless within the possibilities of every individual reader's attainment to read human history with a divining consciousness of the vast range of man's real being, and to see the incidents therein contained, not as facts in any final sense, but as symbols.
In
a certain sunny window there hangs a small cut-glass prism, which, delicately swaying with every passing breeze, catches the sunbeams as they wander by, holds them for an instant, and then by the magic of its touch sends them into the room transformed into dancing rainbows.
Two
would-be visitors are ever awaiting admission to the home of consciousness, and the kind of reception which we extend to them, strange as it may seem, determines our peace, health, and comfort.
In a recent letter to the Record, "A Wanderer," writing of the Bates County of thirty years ago, wandered from his subject to ventilate his opinions concerning Christian Science.
In reading the report of a lecture in the Tribune, one is constrained to wonder why, if Christian Science is not successfully healing disease of all kinds, this critic should have had occasion to refer to it at all.
