“Well, Padre, I am not a bit afraid. I don’t see a blind babe at all, because there just can’t be any. And neither do you. The babe sees because God sees.”
“In other words, you don’t intend to allow yourself to be deceived by appearances?” he suggested.
“That is just it, Padre!” she exclaimed. “Blindness is only an appearance. But it doesn’t appear to God, It appears only to the human mind––which isn’t any mind at all! And the appearance can be made to disappear, if we know the truth and stick to it. For any appearance of a human body is a mental concept, that’s all.”
“A thing of thought, then?” he said.
“Yes, a thing of wrong thought. But all wrong thought is subject to God’s right thought. We’ve proved that, haven’t we, lots of times? Well, this wrong thought about a babe that is blind can be changed––made to disappear––just as any lie can be made to disappear when we know the truth. And so you and I are not going to be afraid, are we? I told Anita this morning not to worry, but to just know all the time that her babe did see, no matter what the appearance was. And she smiled at me, Padre, she smiled. And I know that she trusts, and is going to work with you and me.”
Work with her! Heavens! had he done aught of late but work against her by his constant harboring of fears, of doubts, and his distrust of spiritual power?
“Padre,” she resumed, “I want you to promise me that every day you will thank God that the babe really sees. And that you will turn right on every thought of blindness and know that it is a part of the lie about God, and put it right out of your mind. Will you?”
“But––child––if my mind tells me that the babe is blind, how can I––”
“I don’t care what your mind tells you about the babe! You are to listen to what God tells you, not your human mind! Does God tell you that the babe is blind? Does He?” she repeated, as the man hesitated.