The Touch of Truth

"And when Jesus was come into Peter's house, he saw his wife's mother laid, and sick of a fever. And he touched her hand, and the fever left her: and she arose, and ministered unto them."

What was it that healed Peter's wife's mother,—made her strong and well, so that "she arose, and ministered unto them"? Surely no one can think there was magic in the touch of the Saviour's hand. The fact that his disciples did similar works of healing would refute such a supposition. What, then, was it which caused this sudden change from weakness and suffering to health and freedom? It was the touch of the Christ-truth upon her life,—the coming into close contact with divine Mind,—which caused the fever to leave this woman and made it possible for her to arise and go about her usual duties.

Mrs. Eddy says, "Become conscious for a single moment that Life and intelligence are purely spiritual,—neither in nor of matter,—and the body will then utter no complaints. If suffering from a belief in sickness, you will find yourself suddenly well" (Science and Health, p. 14).

Christ is ever-present with us, and to-day we may have this touch of Truth which will free us from the belief of material life and the discordant testimony of the physical senses, and bring us into the glorious understanding that we are the children of God, and that, by reason of our sonship, we have dominion over all the earth. Then, in loving gratitude, we shall arise and serve Him, doing with our might what He gives us to do. Our first work will ever be keep our own thought pure and free from every stain, and of equal importance is the work of helping others,—the giving of a cup of cold water to the thirsty one. It may be only a little thing,—a word spoken or a little kindness shown,—but we cannot see the end. It is for us to use every opportunity wisely, and trust the result to God, who doeth all things well.

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