FALLIBILITY OF HUMAN CONCEPTS
the machinery work rightly; and because it is thus governed,
the folly of tending it is no mere jest. The divine
Principle carries on His harmony.
Now turn from the metaphor of the mill to the Mother's
four thousand children, most of whom, at about three
years of scientific age, set up housekeeping alone. Certain
students, being too much interested in themselves to think
of helping others, go their way. They do not love Mother,
but pretend to; they constantly go to her for help, interrupt
the home-harmony, criticise and disobey her; then "return
to their vomit," - world worship, pleasure seeking, and
sense indulgence, - meantime declaring they "never disobey
Mother"! It exceeds my conception of human
nature. Sin in its very nature is marvellous! Who but a
moral idiot, sanguine of success in sin, can steal, and lie
and lie, and lead the innocent to doom? History needs it,
and it has the grandeur of the loyal, self-forgetful, faithful
Christian Scientists to overbalance this foul stuff.
When the Mother's love can no longer promote peace
in the family, wisdom is not "justified of her children."
When depraved reason is preferred to revelation, error
to Truth, and evil to good, and sense seems sounder than
Soul, the children are tending the regulator; they are
indeed losing the knowledge of the divine Principle and
rules of Christian Science, whose fruits prove the nature
of their source. A little more grace, a motive made pure,
a few truths tenderly told, a heart softened, a character
subdued, a life consecrated, would restore the right action
of the mental mechanism, and make manifest the movement
of body and soul in accord with God.
Instead of relying on the Principle of all that really
exists, - to govern His own creation, - self-conceit, ignorance,
and pride would regulate God's action. Experience
shows that humility is the first step in Christian
Science, wherein all is controlled, not by man or laws
material, but by wisdom, Truth, and Love.
Go gaze on the eagle, his eye on the sun,
Fast gathering strength for a flight well begun,
As rising he rests in a liberty higher
Than genius inflated with worldly desire.
No tear dims his eye, nor his pinions lose power
To gaze on the lark in her emerald bower -
Whenever he soareth to fashion his nest,
No vision more bright than the dream in his breast.