Article November 8, 1982 Issue

See things as they really are

NANCY ALLEN

Recently I recalled vividly some of my childhood make-believe. I loved horses and riding, but I didn't have a pony of my own. Tucked away in an old barn, however, there was a grindstone on a frame, complete with saddle and pedal to make the wheel go round. I could sit for hours on that saddle, pedaling furiously, pretending that I was riding a real pony—uphill and down dale, almost feeling the wind and rain on my face, or so I believed! Nothing seemed impossible to that "pony" and me.

Since those days I have become a student of Christian Science, and I am learning daily and hourly the significance of what we accept as true of ourselves and of what we do, see, hear, and feel in the world about us.

We grow out of childhood into apparent maturity. Gradually we discover that the truth is rarely what it seems. We need to be vigilant, because the pictures presented to us by the material senses are the reverse of what is real and true. It is rather like looking down a long paved avenue—the road narrows until the two sides come together on the horizon. But the width doesn't in fact change at all. If we walked to the point where we thought the road vanished, we would find it as wide as it was at the start.

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