Una nueva visión de la normalidad
¿Qué es realmente “normal”? Nuestra autora explica que, al tomar conciencia de que esta realidad de la Vida y el Amor es Dios, descubrimos la continuidad y estabilidad de la verdadera normalidad cr...
THE WORTH OF WORDS
Who is the man who knows the flower? Is it he who plucks, and dissects, and classifies? or he who, seeing the blossom floating on the summer air, glistening in the sunlight, feels a tender, thrilli...
"A Hate of Hate—A Scorn of Scorn."
To love the sinner but to hate the sin, has been preached to us : that we should hate nothing but sin has been dinned into our ears. Sin, sin,—what do we know of sin that we should hate it? We cann...
If it be true that the physicians have...
If it be true that the physicians have plenty to do attending to imaginary ailments, it is equally true that the sick have plenty to pay for imaginary cures.— Odd Fellow's Magazine.A doct...
INDIRECTION
Great are the symbols of being, but that which is symbolled is greater; Vast the create and beheld, but vaster the inward Creator; Back of the sound broods the silence, back ofthe gift stands...
Selections
One is better than another, according as the Eternal Good manifesteth itself and worketh more in one than in another.Science impresses deeply on the student the lesson that there is a causal force—...
THE TRIUMPH OF SCIENCE
We shall never understand the science of being while we believe that Soul sins, or is in the body; and when we do understand that science we shall be a law of Life to our bodies, even as the highe...
"REDEMPTION IS NIGH"
Wm. H. Seward, in his famous Rochester speech, electrified the people by declaring for a Higher Law than the Law of the Constitution. The nation trembled at his temerity; for was not the Constituti...
Who is there that sets himself to the...
Who is there that sets himself to the task of steadily watching his thoughts for the space of one hour, with the view of preserving his mind in a simple, humble, healthful condition, but will speed...
A PARABLE FROM LIEBIG
The church-bells were ringing; the Devil sat singing, On the stump of a rotting old tree: "Oh, faith, it grows cold, and the creeds, they grow old,And the world is nigh ready for me...