For almost a year, our washing machine has been making such a loud racket when in operation that I could no longer be in the house when washing clothes.

Sell the house!

Finally, I called Ralph, a repairman. Mainly because buying a new machine would cost a bunch of money. But I don’t like calling repairmen. They tell me they’ll come between 11 a.m. and 4 p.m. and they show up at 6:30 p.m. when I want to eat dinner. They find really expensive things to fix. They charge for their labor, which they should, but I’m still averse to calling repairman.

Ralph the repairman called me back and said he’d be here at the house between 9:30 a.m. and 11:30 a.m.

He was here at 9:44 a.m.

Good start.

I guided him to the laundry room and he turned on the machine and told me, “Oh yes, that’s the pump.”

Reluctantly, I asked, “How much is a new pump?”

“$85. I have one in the truck and can have it replaced in 15 minutes.”

“Nice. Thank you,” I told him and was thankful to the core.

Ralph showed me the culprits, the pump ruiners. Pieces of plastic twine from the weed-eater. Grrrr.

But I didn’t have to sell the house.

From 21st Century Science and Health

Chaldean Wisemen read in the stars the future. Although no better revelation than the horoscope was seen in the stellar system, earth and heaven were bright. Birds and blossoms are thankful in God’s perennial and happy sunshine, golden with Truth. So we have goodness and beauty to cheer the heart. But left to the hypotheses of mortal perceptions, unexplained by divine Science, we seem to be wandering comets—are as Maya Angelou wrote:

Manless and friendless

No cave my home

This is my torture

My long nights, lone.[1]

What the physical senses tell us often reverses or rearranges the real Science of being. This rearrangement assigns seeming authority to sin, sickness, and death. But the great facts of Life, rightly understood, defeat this triad of errors, contradict their false witnesses, and reveal the power of heaven—the actual authority of harmony on earth.

[1] The Traveler. from “And Still I Rise” by Maya Angelou, copyright © 1978 by Maya Angelou. Used by permission of Random House, Inc.