Every outward trial is the replica of an inward imperfection. Thou shalt grow wise by knowing this, and shall thereby transmute trial into active joy, finding the Kingdom where trial cannot come. When wilt thou learn thy lessons, O child of the earth? All thy sorrows cry out against thee; every pain is thy just accuser, and thy griefs are but the shadows of thy unworthy and perishable self. The Kingdom of Heaven is thine and is in thee; how long wilt thou reject it, preferring the lurid atmosphere of Hell- the hell of thy self- seeking self?
The redeemed sons of God, the glorified in body and spirit, are "bought with a price," and that price is the cricifixion of the personality, the death of self; and having put away that within which is the source of all discord, they have found the universal Music, the abiding joy.
Extracts from James Allen's book, "All these things Added."
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