How beautiful are the feet of them that preach the...

"How beautiful are the feet of them that preach the gospel of peace, and bring glad tidings of good things;" and how grateful are we who have been the recipients of this "gospel of peace" and are reaping, each day, so great a harvest of good things through its knowledge and demonstration.

Through a lecture delivered in this city in January of this year, there came to my hungry heart the first glimpse of the "beauty of holiness." I had been wandering in a maze of outgrown beliefs and unsatisfied longings, seeking I knew not what, but now I know that it was the hungering and thirsting after righteousness spoken of by the Master in that grandest sermon that ever fell on human ears, designated by our beloved Leader as the essence of Christian Science,—the Sermon on the Mount. (Science and Health, p. 271.)

One by one, the material joys which had promised me happiness turned to ashes in my grasp. I was tossed on a tempestuous sea of doubt, sickness, discontent, fear; and life stretched out before me one weary monotone of endurance. To my cry of hopelessness came back from the theology of my fathers only the doleful word, "resignation." To my inquiry: "Is there no balm in Gilead?" there seemed to come only the hollowness of mockery.

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November 21, 1903
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