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Prayer Is Answered by Dorothy Yost Cod's Inexhaustible Substance by Genevieve Courtney Maurer MAGAZINE DEVOTED TO CHRISTIAN HEAUN CO CD j £ 2 £ 2 W o n * .? CD CO 2 C » mmmM CD CO c d *— CO Q- CD ZD £ o c : CO 3 CT —1 CD o CD o TD ~ o 5 <n O «5 c £ 2 mQJ £ 3 * - H i* 6 c —. U i H lA A—E TO c z TO CZ c z CO CD • «MHMi O CO 4* - 11 ‘1 a > CO O E £ Devoted to Christian Healing Charles Fillmore, E d ito r George E. Carpenter, Associate Editor V ol. 82 Kansas City, Mo., J une, 1935 No. 6 CONTENTS Prayer Is Answered, by Dorothy Y ost.............. 2 The Father and I, by Alice Carey...................... 11 God’s Inexhaustible Substance.............................. 16 by Genevieve Courtney Maurer A New Teaching, by Stella M. Templeman .... 23 God’s Idea (Part II), by Clarence E. Gray .... 29 Ruth, the Faithful, by Alice M. H opkins.......... 38 Sunday Lessons...................................................... 44 Meditation (Song) ................................................ 65 The Gift, by Clarence Edwin F ly n n .................... 66 Silent U n ity ............................................................ 67 Health and Prosperity ................................ 68 Prayers Answered.......................................... 71 Help from Silent U n ity ................................ 79 The Purpose of U nity ............................................ 83 Entered as second-class matter, July IS, 1891, at the post office at Kansas City, Missouri, under the act of March 3, 1879. Accepted for mailing at special rate of postage, provided for in section 1103, act of October 3, 1917, authorized October 28, 1922. 15 cents a copy; $1 a year msmm? J u n e Prayer Is Answered © / ’ DOROTHY YOST In the matter of prayer most of us have neither the confidence nor the patience to wait, to listen This listening is not just a staying in one place, a resting of the body. It is an inner listening, an alert attentiveness every minute of the day suppose I had been working overlong on the sub I ject of prayer. I had just received a letter from a woman whose husband was desperately “mind- sick.” She wrote, “We have prayed ten thousand prayers and none of them has been answered.” Her cry of helplessness was but the echo of countless others. Too many people have looked at me out of haggard eyes and said, “I pray and pray the best I know how. I pray earnestly, with as much faith as I possess—and there is no answer.” Before this statement I have been made mute. I could not tell them to go and pray again. There was something wrong with their ap proach, some mistake somewhere along the line, and the repetition of such a mistake might do more harm than good. Not knowing where the error lay, I could not aid them to rectify it. To tell them that they needed more faith would have been as sensible as commanding a little green bud to become immediately a full-blown flower. Faith grows in the heart from the soil of ex perience, in the light of dawning realization. It takes time, and when a problem is present in a human life and the need for an answer a seeming immediate neces sity, slow, sure measures are not acceptable. Despera tion rings the fire alarm and rushes back and forth waiting for help to arrive. Yet I had read, over and over in the Bible, “Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you: for every one that ask- eth receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened.” I have always looked upon this as a definite promise. Moreover it is an unconditional promise. The only re quirement is action—the asking, the seeking, the knocking. Others have attested the efficacy of prayer, such as the prophets and the disciples, but they have added such catchwords as “faith,” “righteous,” “fer vently,” “pure.” Who can be sure that he has enough faith or fervency or is sufficiently righteous to meet the requirements? But from the highest authority we know, Jesus Christ, has come a promise with but one condi tion and that one within the capacity of all to meet. He said, “For every one that asketh receiveth.” There is no loophole here, no ground for an excuse. If we believe in Him at all, we must believe in His words. And these, in particular, are detailed and clear. There cannot even be the slightest possibility of an error in translation. There are too many explanations preced ing and following the promise. Not just selected, faith ful, righteous souls would be heard by our Father, but eveiy one! HAT THEN OF th e woman with the ten thousand Wunanswered prayers, and my own memory of hun dreds of others crying, “I too have prayed, but nothing has happened.” This was the problem upon which I had been long at work. If one took the words of Jesus as the truth, the fault could only lie within oneself. But what was it? I tried going back over my own experiences, using them as a scientist uses his notes and charts. I only became involved in uncertainties. How had I felt on occasions when I prayed a prayer that was miraculously answered? I could not recall the exact emotion. Very well, then, how had I felt or thought on the occasions when apparently I had not been answered? This, too, was lost in the mist of yesterdays. I could bring to 4 June mind the act and the result, but not the words or the emotions. I got out the analytical concordance to the Bible and looked up all references to prayer. I began a long and careful checking------ And about this time I must have fallen asleep. One moment I was searching for a verse in Job, and the next------ I was staring through a door into a room. It was a small room, intended for study and meditation. There were books, easy-chairs, a table, and in one corner a shrine wherein sat a god. I knew he was there but I could not see him, for the curtains of the shrine hid him from my view. Before him knelt a man—about forty, I should say —of the average type: rather successful in business, a good husband and father, a dependable neighbor, and a believer in God and prayer. e was praying when I looked in on him, doing it sincerely, ardently, the phrases slipping from his lipsH with a smoothness that comes only from long prac tice. He prayed and prayed; he told the god how great he knew him to be, all-wise, all-powerful; he ran over the list of his divine virtues and his mercies; he re minded him how he, the man, had appealed to him ever since he was a child at his mother’s knee. With this as a preliminary, he went on to explain the predicament he was in and asked for guidance and aid. He grew even more fervent here, and the words did not come so glibly but they rang truer. To put it plainly, he was in a crisis and he wanted help. Then he wound it all up neatly with a few well-chosen expressions of gratitude, and paused for breath, just before the amen. In the pause, the god spoke. The voice issued from the shrine clearly, quietly, and a bit wearily. “I hear you,” said the god to whom the man prayed, “I hear you and I try to answer you, but you won’t lis ten. Your continual chatter keeps me from getting a 5 word in edgeways—or a thought either, for that mat ter.” It was evidently the first time the god had ever said anything to the man, and the man stared at him, shocked, dumb. “You spoke,” he stammered. “Didn’t you expect me to?” asked the god. A searching silence lasted for a moment. Then, “No—I guess I—I never really did.” “Then why did you pray to me? Why spend all the hours all these years, muttering in front of me, as you have been doing?” he man did not have a ready answer. He had Tprayed daily and diligently. Somewhere there must have been hope and expectation. “I suppose I thought that things would just happen the way I wanted them to,” said the man. “I prayed to you and hoped that they would—well, just happen. That’s all.” “And when they didn’t?” asked the god. “What did you think then?” “Why, I thought that, perhaps, you didn’t hear me.” “Do you think I am deaf?” This was asked rather sharply and startled the man. “No—oh, no----- ” “You’re saying that because you are afraid,” said the god. “I wish you wouldn’t be afraid of me. It confuses the issue right from the start. I’m not going to slay you with a thunderbolt or consume you by fire, so put that out of your mind. If you believe I am cap able of hearing and yet did not hear you, that means you thought I was quite some distance away doesn’t it?” “Y—yes.” “Then why not yell your prayers instead of whis pering them?” “Sometimes I—I just think them,” said the man. “Do you believe in thought transference?” “Not exactly. I suppose it can be done.” 6 June “Yet you thought your prayers and expected me to hear them?" “But that’s different.