“The miracle, or
the power, that ele-
vates the few is to be
found in their industry, ap-
plication, and persever-
ance under the prompt-
ing of a brave, deter-
mined spirit.”

– Mark Twain (1835 – 1910) U.S. author / satirist

How have you successfully handled a situation that used to “baffle” you?

“Why, who makes much of a miracle?
As to me, I know of nothing else but miracles,
Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,
Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the
water … ” – excerpt from Walt Whitman poem below

How to Clear Your Mind (9:05)

The Most Holy Names of God Meditation II (6:44)

God – by Prince  (7:35)

THE GIFT OF COMPETENCE –

“We will intuitively
know how to handle
situations which used to
baffle us. We will suddenly
realize that God is doing for us
what we could not do for our-
selves. Are these extrava-
gant promises? We
think not.” (Life
with Hope,

p. 162)

THE MIRACLE OF “A BRAVE AND DETERMINED SPIRIT”

“By shaping our
thoughts with spiri-
tual ideals, we are freed
to become who we want to
be. What we had feared, we
can now overcome through our
dependence on a loving God.”
“Whenever, we confront a dif-
ficulty that we do not think
we can handle, we ask
God to do for us what
we cannot do for
ourselves.” (Over-
eaters Anon.,
p. 13)

“The miracle, or
the power, that ele-
vates the few is to be
found in their industry, ap-
plication, and persever-
ance under the prompt-
ing of a brave, deter-
mined spirit.”

– Mark Twain (1835 – 1910) U.S. author/satirist

Miracles

by Walt Whitman, 1819 – 1892

Why, who makes much of a miracle?
As to me, I know of nothing else but miracles,
Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,
Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the
water,
Or stand under trees in the woods,
Or talk by day with anyone I love, or sleep in the bed at night
with anyone I love,
Or sit at table at dinner with the rest,
O r  look at strangers opposite me riding in the car,
Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive of a summer
forenoon,
Or animals feeding in the fields,
O r  birds, or the wonderfulness of insects in the air,
Or the wonderfulness of the sundown, or of stars shining so
quiet and bright,
Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring;
These with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles,
The whole referring, yet each distinct and in its place.

To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,
Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,
Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the
same,
Every foot of the interior swarms with the same.

To me, the sea is a continual miracle,
The fishes that swim—the rocks—the motion of the waves—the
ships with men in them,
What stranger miracles are there?