Article December 5, 1903 Issue

The Wondrous Story

EVA STROUD HAYES.

I feel compelled to give to the field some expression of the tender love and gratitude I bear our beloved Leader, Mrs. Eddy. How sweet are the lessons taught us of her life, and how blessed is the revealed truth as we find it in her writings through the understanding of which we are able to "speak the truth to every form of error" (Science and Health, p. 418).

I came into an understanding of this Science through my healing in the year 1895, and many times since I have wished I might give to the Field some expression of the joy and gladness gained, but words have always seemed inadequate to express the fulness thereof, so I have tried to content myself by reading the testimonies of others; but I can no longer remain silent, for my heart overflows with love, and I know I can express some measure of it.

When about eight years old I attended a Sabbath School where one of the hymns we sang was, "Christians, I am on my journey," one line of which was "I would tell the wondrous story what the Lord has done for me." I wondered at that time just what was meant by "the story," and why was it "wondrous," and would I ever tell it? Later on we changed song books, and in the new one I found the same song but with an addition. On each page was a small cut descriptive of the song thereon, and on this was a picture of the Christian on his journey. He was represented as old and bent, with a bundle on his back which was weighing him down. His was one of the saddest of faces, and I remember how discouraged it made me feel. I turned it all over in my child thought: Why, if his story was so "wondrous," did he not have a radiant face, and why was he so burdened? So I rather lost the desire to tell his story.

Send a comment to the editors

NEXT IN THIS ISSUE

Article

Concerning the Lectures