Article July 19, 1900 Issue

Bread

BY MARY J. MOORE.

How I wish I could give to you, my brother, who has not yet tasted of Science, one crumb of the Bread of Life contained therein. If you could only understand that it is a literal fact, that without the Spiritual Life, there is no life or action, how earnestly would you seek for that which would strengthen your mind and heart.

When asked what food would give me strength, the doctor replied, "It is not food she needs, but power to assimilate what she takes;" but what would supply this power, nothing on earth could give. I was starving in the midst of plenty. I knew it was the bread Jesus could have given me that I must have to live. I looked with hungry, longing eyes at Christian men and women, who, like Lazarus, rested in the bosom of Abraham and I, like Dives, would cry out from my depth of woe, for one drop of their trust in God to quench the awful craving that filled my soul and was fast consuming my body. Sometimes they would try to help me by telling me just to believe. I would take what they gave, but oh, it was not bread to me but a stone. What did they mean? I had been a Christian but could not believe enough to drown this agony.

At last when too weak physically and mentally to try to find help from any source, I was so hopeless, the answer to all my prayers came, God had heard me and answered me. He sent me Christian Science. I was so tired and so helpless, I said to those offering me this living Bread, "It has come too late; I cannot grasp it." Gently, tenderly, with that patient persistence Christian Science alone can give, they moistened my parched lips, fed me little by little as a loving mother would feed a wretched starving babe.

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