The Pastor's Son by William W. Walter
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"Mr. Williams, don't think I am alluding only to you; almost the whole
human race has made the same mistake. I am free to confess that I did not know how to pray aright until after I had studied 'Science and Health.' If you will allow me, I will try to prove my assertions." "Please proceed." "Mr. Williams, when you pray, do you or do you not have a mental picture of your god in mind?" "Yes, most generally I do." "Will you please describe this mental picture?" asked Mrs. White. "When I close my eyes in prayer, I usually see the spirit of God as though He was appearing through the clouds," said the pastor. "Does this spirit of God, as you call it, have a human face?" "Yes, Mrs. White, a face that is radiant with goodness and love." "Mr. Williams, don't you see that this is a god of your own making, an imaginary creature of your own mind?" "I don't quite understand," said the pastor, somewhat confused. "When you close your eyes to pray, you imagine you see the face of a man, appearing through the clouds. You know this is not real, but the face appears only in your imagination, and when your congregation close their eyes, they each have an imaginary picture of some kind before them, or else a void, and if you were to compare notes, you would find |
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