Books by Mary Baker Eddy

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   Beloved Students: - I am more than satisfied with your
work:  its grandeur almost surprises me.  Let your watchword
always be:

      "Great, not like Caesar, stained with blood,
       But only great as I am good."

   You are not setting up to be great; you are here for the
purpose of grasping and defining the demonstrable, the
eternal.  Spiritual heroes and prophets are they whose
new-old birthright is to put an end to falsities in a wise
way and to proclaim Truth so winningly that an honest,
fervid affection for the race is found adequate for the
emancipation of the race.
   You are the needed and the inevitable sponsors for the
twentieth century, reaching deep down into the universal
and rising above theorems into the transcendental,
the infinite - yea, to the reality of God, man, nature,
the universe.  No fatal circumstance of idolatry can fold
or falter your wings.  No fetishism with a symbol can
fetter your flight.  You soar only as uplifted by God's
power, or you fall for lack of the divine impetus.  You
know that to conceive God aright you must be good.
   The Christ mode of understanding Life - of exterminating
sin and suffering and their penalty, death - I
have largely committed to you, my faithful witnesses.
You go forth to face the foe with loving look and with the
religion and philosophy of labor, duty, liberty, and love,
to challenge universal indifference, chance, and creeds.
Your highest inspiration is found nearest the divine
Principle and nearest the scientific expression of Truth.

MY 249

You may condemn evil in the abstract without harming
any one or your own moral sense, but condemn persons
seldom, if ever.  Improve every opportunity to correct
sin through your own perfectness.  When error strives to
be heard above Truth, let the "still small voice" produce
God's phenomena.  Meet dispassionately the raging element
of individual hate and counteract its most gigantic
   The moral abandon of hating even one's enemies excludes
goodness.  Hate is a moral idiocy let loose for
one's own destruction.  Unless withstood, the heat of
hate burns the wheat, spares the tares, and sends forth a
mental miasma fatal to health, happiness, and the morals
of mankind, - and all this only to satiate its loathing of
love and its revenge on the patience, silence, and lives
of saints.  The marvel is, that at this enlightened period
a respectable newspaper should countenance such evil
   Millions may know that I am the Founder of Christian
Science.  I alone know what that means.

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