GRATITUDE FOR THE MONITOR

ELLA LEWIS.

Recently I had an experience of which I should like to tell, as I feel especially grateful for it. One day I seemed to be quite overwhelmed with a sense of loneliness and sadness; I had opened the door to grief, and self-pity had crept in. It is true I had endeavored to rise above it, to change my thought, but seemingly with no result, and when I retired that evening I was still "hugging my tatters close about me," as Mrs. Eddy similarly expresses it in Science and Health, (p. 201).

I awakened the next morning still suffering, and I decided to remain at home that day, feeling too sad to attend to business, and as I sat down, forlorn and dejected, my eyes fell upon a copy of The Christian Science Monitor, lying unopened on the table at my side. I picked the paper up, thinking that perhaps I might find something in it which would help me, and on opening it at "The Home Forum Page" my eyes rested on these lines by Fiona Macleod: "Listen, and in the deepest hollow of loneliness, we can hear the voice of the Shepherd." The words seemed illumined, and I read the beautiful lines over and over again, realizing that the message was indeed for me; and I desired above all else to put myself in the mental attitude of listening.

And what did it mean to "listen"? On looking up the meaning of the word I found that it meant "to attend to closely, so as to hear, hearken, obey." Then I noticed on the same page of the Monitor an article entitled "Come up hither." So, in order to listen that I might hear "the voice of the Shepherd," I must obey the call, "Come up hither." I must lift thought above the mortal sense of things and seek to know the truth,—spiritual reality.

I did listen, and there, in "the deepest hollow of loneliness," I heard the voice of the Shepherd. It said, "Count your blessings, and rejoice! Surely you have something to be glad about;" and as I began to deny the thought which had held me in bondage, the many blessings which had come to me in Christian Science began to flood my consciousness, and truly they were more than could be numbered. The sadness was dispelled. I arose and went about my work with a joyous, grateful heart, thanking God that dear Mrs. Eddy had been guided in giving to the world our daily newspaper, which brings to each waiting heart a daily message of love and truth.

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