Pulpit and Press, by Mary Baker Eddy
Books by Mary Baker Eddy

Dedicatory Sermon
page 390

word of the Lord endureth forever."
   I have ordained the Bible and the Christian Science
textbook, "Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures,"
as pastor of The First Church of Christ, Scientist, in
Boston, - so long as this church is satisfied with this
pastor.  This is my first ordination.  "They shall be
abundantly satisfied with the fatness of Thy house; and
Thou shalt make them drink of the river of Thy pleasures."


   All praise to the press of America's Athens, - and
throughout our land the press has spoken out historically,
impartially.  Like the winds telling tales through the
leaves of an ancient oak, unfallen, may our church chimes
repeat my thanks to the press.
   Notwithstanding the perplexed condition of our nation's
finances, the want and woe with millions of dollars
unemployed in our money centres, the Christian Scientists,
within fourteen months, responded to the call for this
church with $191,012.  Not a mortgage was given nor a
loan solicited, and the donors all touchingly told their
privileged joy at helping to build The Mother Church.
There was no urging, begging, or borrowing; only the
need made known, and forth came the money, or diamonds,
which served to erect this "miracle in stone."
   Even the children vied with their parents to meet the
demand.  Little hands, never before devoted to menial
services, shoveled snow, and babes gave kisses to earn a
few pence toward this consummation.  Some of these
lambs my prayers had christened, but Christ will rechristen
them with his own new name.  "Out of the mouths of
babes and sucklings Thou hast perfected praise."  The
resident youthful workers were called "Busy Bees."
   Sweet society, precious children, your loving hearts and
deft fingers distilled the nectar and painted the finest
flowers in the fabric of this history, - even its centre-piece,
- Mother's Room in The First Church of Christ, Scientist,
in Boston.  The children are destined to witness
results which will eclipse Oriental dreams.  They belong
to the twentieth century.  By juvenile aid, into the building


fund have come $4,460. *1  Ah, children, you are the
bulwarks of freedom, the cement of society, the hope of
our race!
*1 This sum was increased to $5,568.51 by contributions which
reached the Treasurer after the Dedicatory Services.

   Brothers of the Christian Science Board of Directors,
when your tireless tasks are done - well done - no Delphian
lyre could break the full chords of such a rest.  May
the altar you have built never be shattered in our hearts,
but justice, mercy, and love kindle perpetually its fires.
   It was well that the brother whose appliances warm
this house, warmed also our perishless hope, and nerved
its grand fulfilment.  Woman, true to her instinct, came
to the rescue as sunshine from the clouds; so, when man
quibbled over an architectural exigency, a woman climbed
with feet and hands to the top of the tower, and helped
settle the subject.
   After the loss of our late lamented pastor, Rev. D. A.
Easton, the church services were maintained by excellent
sermons from the editor of The Christian Science Journal
(who, with his better half, is a very whole man), together
with the Sunday School giving this flock "drink from the
river of His pleasures."  O glorious hope and blessed assurance,
"it is your Father's good pleasure to give you the
kingdom."  Christians rejoice in secret, they have a bounty
hidden from the world.  Self-forgetfulness, purity, and
love are treasures untold - constant prayers, prophecies,
and anointings.  Practice, not profession, - goodness, not

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