False Evidence Appearing Real

Thank you for your email concerning the pandemic of fear that besets the material world today.  I remember years ago a friend impressed on me the translation of fear – False Evidence Appearing Real.  That translation is ever present in my thinking as the noise from the worldview that is mesmerized by this material picture reaches a crescendo of panic.  Amazing how the media is focused on statistics of those who have contracted the virus and those who have died of it…in such dramatic tones, as though designed to attract all the moths that are pulled toward the heat and light.

I woke up this morning feeling very warm.  Particularly fearful, what will we do if I, or my husband, contract this false belief.  We are living in the beautiful space of the countryside.  Medical help is not an easy option, neither are masks available.

My thought lifts as I realize again that Christian Science was discovered when medical practice was very limited and people tended to be fatalistic.  Christian Science offered the promise of healing as an oasis offers water in the desert.   In Mrs. Eddy’s time, churches filled with the many whose faith grew quickly or slowly, permitting their emerging understanding to open the way for Truth, Spirit, and Soul to heal them.  It was the strong conviction of Mary Baker Eddy of the Truth of being expressed in Science and Health and her other writings that healed so many even when and where healing workers were few.

Amidst the noise of warnings and dangers proliferating today, as pundits and press, portend sickness and death from a mysterious and incurable cause, the fog of fear seems omnipresent.  But my work and challenge is to discipline recurrent mortal thoughts by reaching for the source that reminds me of the Truth that is God and is the only cause and creator…not some poor bats in a live market in a crowded city of China. God, Soul, Life, Spirit, Mind, Love will prevail over any suggestion of false evidence. And the terror will cease. I will think and read until the noise of error finally ceases.

It is in writing to you just now that I feel peace despite the noise that is trying to drown out the joy of living.  Thank you again for your letter.