(PART II) - MISCELLANY
Books by Mary Baker Eddy
Beloved Students: - For your manifold Christmas memorials,
too numerous to name, I group you in one benison
and send you my Christmas gift, two words enwrapped,
- love and thanks.
To-day Christian Scientists have their record in the
monarch's palace, the Alpine hamlet, the Christian traveller's
resting-place. Wherever the child looks up in
prayer, or the Book of Life is loved, there the sinner is
reformed and the sick are healed. Those are the "signs
following." What is it that lifts a system of religion to
deserved fame? Nothing is worthy the name of religion
save one lowly offering - love.
This period, so fraught with opposites, seems illuminated
for woman's hope with divine light. It bids her
bind the tenderest tendril of the heart to all of holiest
worth. To the woman at the sepulchre, bowed in strong
affection's anguish, one word, "Mary," broke the gloom
with Christ's all-conquering love. Then came her resurrection
and task of glory, to know and to do God's will, -
in the words of St. Paul: "Looking unto Jesus the author
and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before
him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is
set down at the right hand of the throne of God."
The memory of the Bethlehem babe bears to mortals
gifts greater than those of Magian kings, - hopes that
cannot deceive, that waken prophecy, gleams of glory,
coronals of meekness, diadems of love. Nor should they
who drink their Master's cup repine over blossoms that
mock their hope and friends that forsake. Divinely
beautiful are the Christmas memories of him who sounded
all depths of love, grief, death, and humanity.
To the dear children let me say: Your Christmas gifts
are hallowed by our Lord's blessing. A transmitted
charm rests on them. May this consciousness of God's
dear love for you give you the might of love, and may
you move onward and upward, lowly in its majesty.
To the children who sent me that beautiful statuette
in alabaster - a child with finger on her lip reading a book
- I write: Fancy yourselves with me; take a peep into
my studio; look again at your gift, and you will see the
sweetest sculptured face and form conceivable, mounted
on its pedestal between my bow windows, and on either
side lace and flowers. I have named it my white student.
From First Church of Christ, Scientist, in London,
Great Britain, I received the following cabled message: -
Rev. Mrs. Eddy, Pleasant View,
Loving, grateful Christmas greetings from members
London, England, church.
December 24, 1901
To this church across the sea I return my heart's wireless
love. All our dear churches' Christmas telegrams to
me are refreshing and most pleasing Christmas presents,
for they require less attention than packages and give me
more time to think and work for others. I hope that in
1902 the churches will remember me only thus. Do not
forget that an honest, wise zeal, a lowly, triumphant
trust, a true heart, and a helping hand constitute man,
and nothing less is man or woman.
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