Message for 1900, by Mary Baker Eddy
strove earnestly to fit others for this great responsibility.
But no one else has seemed equal to "bear the burden and
heat of the day."
Success in sin is downright defeat. Hatred bites the
heel of love that is treading on its head. All that worketh
good is some manifestation of God asserting and developing
good. Evil is illusion, that after a fight vanisheth with
the new birth of the greatest and best. Conflict and persecution
are the truest signs that can be given of the greatness
of a cause or of an individual, provided this warfare is
honest and a world-imposed struggle. Such conflict never
ends till unconquerable right is begun anew, and hath
gained fresh energy and final victory.
Certain elements in human nature would undermine
the civic, social, and religious rights and laws of nations
and peoples, striking at liberty, human rights, and self-government
- and this, too, in the name of God, justice,
and humanity! These elements assail even the new-old
doctrines of the prophets and of Jesus and his disciples.
History shows that error repeats itself until it is
exterminated. Surely the wisdom of our forefathers is not added
but subtracted from whatever sways the sceptre of self and
pelf over individuals, weak provinces, or peoples. Here
our hope anchors in God who reigns, and justice and judgment
are the habitation of His throne forever.
Only last week I received a touching token of unselfed
manhood from a person I never saw. But since publishing
this page I have learned it was a private soldier who sent
to me, in the name of a first lieutenant of the United States
infantry in the Philippine Islands, ten five-dollar gold
pieces snuggled in Pears' soap. Surely it is enough for a
soldier serving his country in that torrid zone to part with
his soap, but to send me some of his hard-earned money
cost me a tear! Yes, and it gave me more pleasure than
millions of money could have given.
Beloved brethren, have no discord over music. Hold
in yourselves the true sense of harmony, and this sense
will harmonize, unify, and unself you. Once I was passionately
fond of material music, but jarring elements
among musicians weaned me from this love and wedded
me to spiritual music, the music of Soul. Thus it is with
whatever turns mortals away from earth to heaven; we
have the promise that "all things work together for good
to them that love God," - love good. The human sigh
for peace and love is answered and compensated by divine
love. Music is more than sound in unison. The deaf
Beethoven besieges you with tones intricate, profound,
commanding. Mozart rests you. To me his composition
is the triumph of art, for he measures himself against
deeper grief. I want not only quality, quantity, and variation
in tone, but the unction of Love. Music is divine.
Mind, not matter, makes music; and if the divine tone be
lacking, the human tone has no melody for me. Adelaide
A. Proctor breathes my thought: -
It flooded the crimson twilight
Like the close of an angel's psalm,
And it lay on my fevered spirit
With a touch of infinite calm.
In Revelation St. John refers to what "the Spirit saith
unto the churches." His allegories are the highest criticism
on all human action, type, and system. His symbolic
ethics bravely rebuke lawlessness. His types of purity
pierce corruption beyond the power of the pen. They are