I sat down at the kitchen table and kept thinking, “I don’t believe this.”
Then, came a quiet thought: “Don’t believe it”.
I thought: “This can’t be true.”
Another gentle message came: “You’re right. It isn’t true.”
I stayed with these thoughts for some time. I took them deep into my heart. I lived with them during the next few days as my family and I made arrangements for my brother’s funeral.
One might ask how I could reject death so completely in spite of appearances. I was thinking out from a completely spiritual standpoint. My study of Christian Science was already enlarging my thought of God before I heard the news about my brother. I was learning of God as Life itself, and of the real life of man to be the reflected activity of God, divine Life, that never ends.
My sense of God and of man no longer had anything to do with death. I had dropped the belief that death was a steppingstone to God that somehow led to eternal life. Instead, I understood God to be here and now, the all-inclusive, all-encompassing, space-filling, eternal Life, Spirit.
I knew this Life to be the sole reality of existence and mortal existence to be a temporary illusion, a dream from which we all ultimately awaken.
Paul said, "Neither death, nor life, . . . nor things present, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God."
Mary Baker Eddy explained Paul’s sentiment this way, “When the evidence before the material senses yielded to spiritual sense, the apostle declared that nothing could alienate him from God, from the sweet sense and presence of Life and Truth….This is the doctrine of Christian Science: that divine Love cannot be deprived of its manifestation, or object; that joy cannot be turned into sorrow, for sorrow is not the master of joy; that good can never produce evil; that matter can never produce mind nor life result in death. (Science and Health p. 304)
Some months later, while sitting in my sun-filled office, I got to thinking about my brother and I began to miss him. I remembered once when we had been flying kites out in one of the fields on our farm. While running along the tall grass, we came upon a marshy spot and I remembered how gently and swiftly my brother picked me up and carried me over the muddy wet.
I thought, “He was so loving to his little sister”.
Then came the thought again of eternal Life. Life is Love. Nothing can separate us from the love of God. My brother still lived. My brother still loved. “Why, he is still loving me!”
I could feel the love of Love, right then and there. No space, no time, no separation of hearts. It was a beautiful moment. It was a benediction. All sense of sadness left, never to return.
Nothing can separate us from the sweet sense and presence of Life and Love. Absolutely nothing.
Kay Olson is a practitioner and teacher in Pennsylvania. You can reach her directly at firstname.lastname@example.org or by leaving a comment below.
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