As an old year yields necessarily and graciously to a new one, it’s not uncommon to leave previous patterns of thought and action to embrace freshly inspired ones.
Is the devil (or evil in its many insidious guises) still hovering around, despite Jesus’ bold efforts to reject it during that mountaintop temptation over two thousand years ago? And are we turning from such inducements with equal vehemence?
Thanksgiving is a special time to give deep gratitude to God for the overflowing harvest of fruits we’ve each received from divine Life, Truth, and Love over the past year.
Almost 35 years ago, Bunny McBride wrote a poem for The Christian Science Journal (April 1978) in which she spoke of spiritual intuition as that center point which sees harmony so inevitable, discord so impossible.