H Concentration HE New Thought includes concentra tion of thought, in its teaching; and he who learns that important art is not liable to frequently forget small or large duties. It is he who scatters, instead of concentrates his mind powers, who keeps himself and others in a state of continual irritation by forgetting, mislaying, and losing, three petty vices which do much to mar domestic or business life. Concentration is a most difficult acquirement for the mature mind which has been allowed to grow in the habit of thought scattering. Wise is the mother, and as sure as wise, who teaches her child to finish each task begun before attempting another, for that is the first step in concentration. Prentice Mulford, that great and good pioneer in the field of practical New Thought, tells us to apply our whole mental powers to whatever we do, even if it is merely the tying of a shoe, and to think of nothing else until that shoe is tied, then to utte y forget the shoe string, when we turn to another duty or employment. The next lesson in concentration he gives us, is to repeat the word often, to impress it upon the mind. And then to declare each day that "Concentration is mine" will aid still farther in the acquisition of this great and important quality. Meanwhile, since we can be so fortunate as to always surround ourselves with others who have acquired it, the student of the Higher Philosophy must learn to be serene and self-poised when he encounters life's pigmy worries. He must carry his religion into his bedroom and his office, and not forget it utterly when he loses his collar-button, or misses his car, or finds his office boy has taken a parcel to the wrong address. To build character necessitates a constant watch upon ourselves. The New Thought is not a religion of Sundays, but of every day. you. Destiny EVER say that you wish your situa tion were different! Never wish you had some other person's life or troubles or worries. Accept your own as a working basis, the best for you. Then go ahead and change whatever displeases Remember you are the maker and moulder of your own destiny. You do not recall the fact, but you brought about the present conditions of your destiny in former incarnations. Even if you do not believe this, you must acknowledge that you are here, and that the situation in which you find yourself seems to be inevitable for the present. But it is not inevitable for the future, unless you lie down in the furrow and whine, and wish you were a millionaire, or a genius, and rail at the partiality of Providence. There is no partiality in the Universe. The whole scheme is well balanced. If you were allowed to change lots with anyone on the face of the earth, you would complain and find fault in a short time. One of our best known millionaires, born to opulence, complains that he has been robbed of the privilege of making his own fortune. He is no happier than you. His confession betrays his weakness of character just as your repining and fault-finding betrays yours. The real worth-while character thanks God for its destiny and says, "I will show the world what I can do with my life." Not long ago there was a great trotting-race at Brighton Beach. The blind conquerer "Rythmic" won five consecutive races. Think of it! He did not, like a mortal man, shrink back and say "I am blind--that is a terrible destiny-I am cursed of God-I will not try to win the race." He just trusted the hand of the Master at the reins, did his best, and won the honors of the season. We are all blind racers on the track of earth. The king, the millionaire, the statesman, the law. maker, the beggar, the laborer, the cripple, we are all in the dark. The only thing is to trust the hand of the Master, and do our best. Believe your position is the right starting point for you, merely the starting point. It is the shapeless block of stone from which you are to fashion the perfect statue. Or it is the mere mud from which you are to mould the clay image, and later that is to be put into enduring marble. What is uglier or more unattractive than mud? Yet think of the glorious conceptions which it imprisons. Take the mud of your present environment |