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Wherever I find God I will go. It may be in my church or someone else's ... or not in church at all.
■ One afternoon I plunged into our pool, and, after the impetus of the dive had spent itself, lay face down in a "dead man's float." No sound came to my ears, of course; supported as -I was by the water, I had little sense of weight or physical being. And with this came the thought of how perfectly I was isolated from the material world — a sealed-off privacy. A fancy struck me that I was in a sort of cathedral, a liquid cathedral, suspended between heaven and earth.
"This is my church," I thought. "What a place to pray, to know one's self thoroughly, and thus come to the door of God."
To me there is peace in cool water, and there is beauty to ,the surface sparkling in the sun; to break from the depths out into the light. These are just impressions, I know, but when a person says that he or she sees God in beauty, and feels Him in peaceful moments (and I do), these, too, are impressions.
You never know when you are going to find yourself being led to contemplate the spiritual side of existence; it can happen' any where and any time; for me a pool, for others a fox hole — or a classroom.
I remember my mother, a psychologist, telling me that she never thought she was undertaking anything of any religious significance when she started to practice her profession. Mother taught school in Kansas before she was married. To her it was a science she had studied in college (keeping her degrees up at UCLA after her five children were born!) which helped reveal man to himself according to findings which were well established but of no spiritual significance.
"But I was wrong," she told me. "I discovered that if one really believes in psychology as a working force one cannot avoid the word of God in both explaining it and practicing it. God seems to be in our lives to stay. You get so far with science, sometimes very far, but never all the way without Him."
The same thing is true of my work in the studio, I guess. For instance, one morning, some months ago, I was called to the office of Mr. George Sidney who was to (Continued on page 67)
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