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290 UNITY<br />
oil to assuage the burning, but the lady calmly wiped the<br />
potato off her hand, refusing their remedies with a smile,<br />
saying, "I have better medicine within me." Standing<br />
still and lifting her thoughts above her surroundings she<br />
remembered "I am Spirit, Mind, above all this and<br />
nothing shall by any means harm me," the burning-sensation<br />
wholly passed away in a few minutes. Then she<br />
looked at her hand which had became a fiery red and saw<br />
that it was beginning to blister and instantly she<br />
reasoned, "The same power that delivered me from the<br />
pain now keeps my hand from blistering" and all the<br />
redness and blistering disappeared. The afternoon of<br />
that same day she showed me the hand, as white and<br />
whole as the other, while a waitress standing by said<br />
"Yes and I saw it and it was wonderful! I am going<br />
to look into this new teaching." What a lesson was<br />
given there! It could not be forgotten soon.<br />
"Love lightens labor" is an old maxim and how<br />
true it is many a devotee, to "new thought" can testify.<br />
Weariness takes to itself wings. The hard task grows<br />
easy, the burden becomes light, as service to humanity<br />
is seen to be service to God, and that everything is an<br />
opportunity to rise above the belief in slavery, and bondage<br />
to the flesh and enter into the original, magical<br />
power of THE WORD, when, to speak our wish is to see<br />
even things inanimate as well as animate respond with<br />
loving eagerness, hastening to do our pleasure, as the<br />
listening winds and waves joyed in quick obedience to<br />
the voice of the Master of Love who proved by a life<br />
of perfect service "all power is given unto me in heaven<br />
and in earth."<br />
'Tis pitiful the things by which we are rich or<br />
poor—a matter of coins, coats and carpets, a little more<br />
or less stone, or wood or paint, the fashion of a cloak or<br />
hat; like the luck of naked Indians, of whom one is proud<br />
in the possession of a glass bead or red feather, and the<br />
rest miserable in the want of it.—Emerson.<br />
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