The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1900-12-06
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Written for The Prison Mirror.
A Few Thoughts.

There are times when the world
seems strangely disturbed, when the
nations are as playthings of fate, and
man is but grass that is cut down in
the morning. Such a time as this
has dawned on every nation of this old
earth. Strange passions, national pas
sions, which compare with the rage of
man as thunderstorm compares to a
sneeze, are bestirring themselves in the
hearts of the people hitherto peaceful.
The worlds life comes into our hearts
with the morning sunlight.
We know the woes of India. and
feel the throbbing of the great guns
that pour their iron wrath upon Beers,
Filipinos and Cinnamon. We know how
all the peoples of the earth are fare
ing almost hour by hour, from Zulu
land to Cape Nome; not heart bleeds
or frame suffers with heat or cold,
famine or pestilence, but we know it's
ills before the going down of the sun.
Our sympathy reaches out and gathers
in the whole world. "Who is my
neighbour" is no longer conundrum.
Our charity embraces the world, and
humanity is the boundary of duty;
the old-fashiOned neighborhood is no
more. Beyond the threshold of the
front door all the world is alike to us.
Printing press, telegraph, telephone,
steam and tightening, have annihilated
time and space. To be face to face is
useless luxury; the worlds heart
beat comes through the ear or pulses
along the printed page. Contiguity is
nothing; the street puts asunder as far
as the sea and at last the old Bible
story of the good Samaritan told by
our Savior is reality, after the lapse
of two thousand years.
Men are lonely, depressed, and de-
feated; not because they are fighting a
solitary battle, making a solitary jour.
ney or going through an incomprehensi-
BILE experience, but because they fail to
comprehend, or allow their mental
power to lead them along the lines of
sympathy. Let no man deceive him.
self with the pagan myths of the fates;
it is we, who make or mar ourselves,
our hands SOW the seed which present
ly bears its grain for our glad or sor-
rowful harvesting. TO the man of
open and sensitive Imagination the
world is always abloom. He has small
need of the help of the poets to keep
fresh and clear his vision of the beauty
which lies on the face of nature; and
this is within the reach of all if they
only will to keep the mental house of
life sweet with good thoughts and deeds
make life like the light of morning
which opens the flowers and sets the
souls of the birds free in music, which
is the voice of the earth singing to the
sky that fertiIizes it.
Christian Science healers tell you
that it's the power of God that heals
you, and in almost the same breath
they will tell you it is not even nec-
OOOeSi w OO O OCilOfOl W UO uCdltUs
Now one statement or the other is
false, for if man does not believe in
God, how can Gods power touch him?
Now to believe in anything, you must
think honestly that it is true, then the
power is in your thinking. Now can
that thinking become science? Let
us see. There are persons who if YOU
are willing, put you under their COM
plete control so that you will do any
thing they suggest Now what is this,
but the science of mind? And yet
hypnotism few years ago was but
slightly known, and today thousands
are being taught it on scientific princi-
pies. If one person can have such
power, why not all? And not only the
power over others, but over self?
Why when you stop to think, it's the
idea Christ left with his disciples when
he said, "where two or three meet to-
gether in my name, whatsoever ye
shall ask, believing, it will be given