THIS body of ours is God’s greatest masterpiece. This body of many members is a human dynamo, a net work of tiny nerves and cells so sensitive they are always in tune to the most delicate vibration. Every feature expresses the inner workings of this piece of clay. It radiates a brilliant light, or shows but a dull murky mist. We may not be endowed with a charming personality, but it can be acquired if we so desire. It takes patience and much grace from a higher source.

The channels through which we can radiate the beauty of the soul are many. The brow with its wrinkles, often made through worry or a cross disposition, are also the marks of deep thinking. The little lines we call crow’s feet at the corner of the eye—they are often the imprints of frequent smiles. The eyes, windows of the soul, window panes polished to a rosy glow by sweetness from within, often become dulled by the smoky thoughts that lurk back of these tiny expressive balls, and reflect the dull hue of evil or of stupidity and ignorance. The sensitive nostril, that quivers in anger, hate, or fear, also throbs with the heartbeat of love and sweet emotion. The mouth, curved in sweetness and friendly smiles of courage, hope and faith, too easily is turned down in a cruel sneer of disdain or sarcasm.

This mouth-piece or loud-speaker is so located that the sound waves are wafted from the throat, which is the sounding-board. The useful piece of flesh, called the tongue, is used in broadcasting words that can save or destroy an individual or a nation. This little organ of speech can be a most cruel, sharp and biting instrument, unless we are desirous of broadcasting a program that cheers and uplifts. Then, this little piece of flesh can scatter such abundance of joy and harmony as to cause everyone to tune in and enjoy the sunshine hour.

But to be able to broadcast the best we must always be magnetised to and in tune with the Infinite, and in a receptive mood, or we cannot store within our mind battery God’s bounties. He has such a great supply of material to use. There is a never-ceasing flow vibrating through the ether, and we must be willing recepticals to receive and give only that which we pick up from the heavenly station.

Christ is the only Announcer who is infallible. We can always depend on the program He plans. The reception is always good and clear. No static, no imperfect tubes nor weather conditions can interfere, if we are willing to let the Master Mechanic manage the controls. We like to put our own interpretation on the program that has been planned for our use, and in so doing we destroy the harmony between ourselves and our listeners.

The true harmonious wave has been on the air from the time the Creator spoke to the first man and woman in the Garden of Eden. The voice came to them over the air, as it comes to us today, through the sensitive mind, as our conscience, which can be compared to the Radio box or cabinet.

When this voice was wafted to this first man and woman they did not understand from whence it came, but the sound registered on the mental ear and they learned the meaning of fear. The ear is attuned to all sounds and unless we are a good door-keeper we permit the door to swing wide, letting in the dirt and cinders that gather. They clog the door-sill so that we are unable to shut the door and close out the ugly sounds from within that come and fill our minds, and make it impossible to hear the beautiful music that comes from within over God’s broadcast.

The ear is so receptive either to good or bad that we must keep in constant touch with the Lord within to be able to keep out all disturbing elements. We cannot afford a rusty aerial. It must be clear and able to reach to His Consciousness. We protect our radio from lightning with a secure ground wire, but the human radio needs the grace of God and an abiding love to keep it secure from all that would harm.

An unspoken thought is expressed in the movement of the shoulder. The frame-work of this radio body of ours speaks louder than words. A shrug of the shoulder tells clearly our moods—the shrug of surprise or indifference, the haughty air, the shrug of disdain or disgust. Turning a shoulder of scorn is a cruel method often used to crush a timid soul. Then we have the weak, drooping shoulder of pain, age, carelessness or discouragement. How much comfort the strong shoulder gives to the weak by helping to lift a heavy burden!

What a sweet peace is in the haven of rest, encircled in loving arms, and with head pillowed on a breast that throbs with tenderness! A little child is instantly soothed and the sobbing cry of fear and hurt is soon stilled when the trembling little body is cuddled close and secure. The dull dumb wild creatures we will find a harbor of love and understanding in the warmth we broadcast. They know, instinctively, when one is a friend or foe. The arms can encircle a wide expanse of human souls in an embrace to crush or uplift.

The hands are capable of telling many things we would like to know. A work-worn hand can be very expressive as it rests calmly in the lap after a day of toil. The well-kept, refined hand of the idle can show the restlessness, the strain of effort to control. The nervous hand is ever expressing the inability to relax. There is the brutal hand that causes pain and fear; the tender hand that soothes the fevered brow; the kind grasp of a friendly hand; the helpful hand that is always ready to give a boost. There are so many ways the hand can broadcast good or bad. There are so many ways of announcing the inner workings of this wonderful mechanism of ours through the hands.

I never realized that my own dear mother’s hands were so beautiful until she passed away. I could not remove my eyes from them as they rested so calm and peaceful. And then, somehow, all the things she had accomplished, all the little things she had done for me, crowded in and I was overcome with gratitude. One of the most attractive pictures I have ever seen is the one entitled, “Praying Hands.” It is the painting of a German artist, Albert Durer. This is the story I read that made the picture speak its mute appeal to me: “Albert Durer and his most intimate friend desired to become artists. A lack of funds made it impossible for both to study art. It was agreed that Durer should study first and his friend would work and provide the funds for the training. Then later the friend would take his turn. But by the time Durer had completed his training the hands of his friend were so calloused and stiff from toil that they had lost their delicate touch and could not handle the brush. Can we wonder that Durer, the artist, painted two toil-worn hands in the position of prayer? Two hands, worn and calloused in the sacrificial spirit and devotion of a friend.” When I read this story, I cannot wonder that the artist called this picture his masterpiece.

The only way the Saviour could convince the doubting Thomas of his return was by showing the nail-prints in his hands—hands that had so gently caressed the weary in heart, hands that had performed the wonder miracles—the same hands that are extended to us in love and pity today.

The feet, the foundation support of this radio, can carry us into the byways and hedges, collecting the mud and burrs which are hard to shake off; or they can be willing messengers to carry blessings of love and cheer. But they do not go alone. Without the guiding spirit of God’s Intelligence they would wander far from the beaten path, and others who look to us for inspiration would follow. We must be careful of the footprints we leave on the sands of time.

The most sensitive and most important part of the radio body is the receiving room, a network of delicate brain cells. Sensitive keys register the material on the consciousness—good or bad material—that we permit to enter through our mental receiving apparatus.

This receiving set is enclosed within a shell to protect it from bodily injury, but we are not so careful of the injurious thoughts that enter. A beautiful truth dropped into a stagnant mind is like a pure raindrop that falls into a muddy pool and is lost. We are the doorkeeper in charge and should admit only that which we can be proud of and proud to broadcast. It is our own fault if we fail to develop a far-reaching program of good. We must be willing for this brain-child to develop a wide scope of helpful thoughts and be willing to broadcast them at every opportunity. We must keep our programs working, as there is no purpose in storing more; for that which we do not use becomes stale. We may be limited in many ways but we can always build above our limitation mentally if we so desire.

We must have a hunger for knowledge or we cannot assimilate this food and gain the best results. We must be willing to accept all ways and means whereby we can develop mentally and be able to think for ourselves.

I think this little saying I read somewhere is a true saying. “Mankind is divided into three classes—those who think for themselves, those who think as others do, and those who do not think at all.” It came to me when I read this, “What mighty work could be done in all city elections if everyone would work together with one mind for the good of all?” What a blessing it would be to humanity if we would broadcast through transmission of thought-force, permitting the spirit only to dictate.

To be open to divine truth we must be able to shut the door on evil thoughts and to let only the noble enter. But we must be willing to accept the answers received to our supplications. We must learn from teachers of wisdom, that the God of our consciousness is the truest, wisest, and safest Teacher and Authority we possess. In Him we have an intelligence that lifts us to the highest capacity, if we continue to study diligently and interpret correctly the subject we wish to pursue.

My failure, your failure to accomplish this is because we are mentally lazy. None of us are so old or so wise that we cannot learn more, and, our capacity for learning lies within ourselves. Such mental laziness is the greatest handicap to the progression of any good thought that is being presented to those able and ready to hear and learn. People of intelligence who have developed their mental capacity for themselves are always seeking for more. But they have to apply what they receive. They cannot stand still and learn. They are able to broadcast what they receive only when they are capable of digesting and assimilating the mental and spiritual food they eat. According to scripture Job said, “I would know for myself, and not another.” I believe the Christ meant just this when he said, “Seek and ye shall find. Knock and it shall be opened unto you.”

Knowledge is power, either for good or bad, and we as messengers, must cling close to the Master Mind to be able to give of our best to a hungry world whose great audience is always listening in.

To this Great God of intelligence, love and truth, I give thanks. I thank Him for this piece of clay He has moulded, for the mind He has endowed with reasoning power to use in the cause for beauty and truth.

I humbly beg forgiveness for neglecting to use with intelligence the many seeds He has given me to sow. I desire to continue to grow in knowledge so that I may broadcast the best, thereby glorifying the Creator.