Books by Mary Baker Eddy

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he Independent, November, 1906]

   God hath thrust in the sickle, and He is separating the
tares from the wheat.  This hour is molten in the furnace
of Soul.  Its harvest song is world-wide, world-known,
world-great.  The vine is bringing forth its fruit; the
beams of right have healing in their light.  The windows
of heaven are sending forth their rays of reality - even
Christian Science, pouring out blessing for cursing, and
rehearsing: "I will rebuke the devourer for your sakes,
and he shall not destroy the fruits of your ground."
"Prove me now herewith, saith the Lord of hosts, if I
will not open you the windows of heaven, and pour you
out a blessing, that there shall not be room enough to
receive it."
   The lie and the liar are self-destroyed.  Truth is

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immortal.  "Rejoice, and be exceeding glad: . . . for so
persecuted they the prophets which were before you."
The cycle of good obliterates the epicycle of evil.
   Because of the magnitude of their spiritual import, we
repeat the signs of these times.  In 1905, the First Congregational
Church, my first religious home in this capital
city of Concord, N. H., kindly invited me to its one hundred
and seventy-fifth anniversary; the leading editors
and newspapers of my native State congratulate me; the
records of my ancestry attest honesty and valor.  Divine
Love, nearer my consciousness than before, saith:  I am
rewarding your waiting, and "thy people shall be my
   Let error rage and imagine a vain thing.  Mary Baker
Eddy is not dead, and the words of those who say that she
is are the father of their wish.  Her life is proven under
trial, and evidences "as thy days, so shall thy strength be."
   Those words of our dear, departing Saviour, breathing
love for his enemies, fill my heart: "Father, forgive them;
for they know not what they do."  My writings heal the
sick, and I thank God that for the past forty years I
have returned good for evil, and that I can appeal to
Him as my witness to the truth of this statement.
   What we love determines what we are.  I love the
prosperity of Zion, be it promoted by Catholic, by Protestant,
or by Christian Science, which anoints with
Truth, opening the eyes of the blind and healing the sick.
I would no more quarrel with a man because of his religion
than I would because of his art.  The divine Principle of
Christian Science will ultimately be seen to control both
religion and art in unity and harmony.  God is Spirit,
and "they that worship Him must worship Him in spirit

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and in truth."  If, as the Scriptures declare, God, Spirit,
is infinite, matter and material sense are null, and there
are no vertebrata, mollusca, or radiata.
   When I wrote "Science and Health with Key to the
Scriptures," I little understood all that I indited; but
when I practised its precepts, healing the sick and reforming
the sinner, then I learned the truth of what I had
written.  It is of comparatively little importance what a
man thinks or believes he knows; the good that a man does
is the one thing needful and the sole proof of rightness.

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