The
world seems to be united on one all-important question, though it has searched in many avenues for a solution to the stubborn problem which has absorbed the time and attention of the ablest and wisest men through all ages; namely, how to improve the world and bring about a universal condition of health, harmony, and happiness.
When one considers the remarkable growth of Christian Science during the past quarter of a century, and remembers the opposition of the combined forces of the world,—materia medica, theology, and scholasticism,—is he not warranted in believing that God has guided and is protecting it and those who are known as Christian Scientists?
The following article is copied from The Boston Herald of July 13, and we take pleasure in republishing it so that there may be no excuse for misunderstanding our Leader's position respecting this important matter.
The
failure of many attempts made in the United States to secure special legislation in behalf of the medical fraternity, has not deterred the Ontario Medical Association from making a similar attempt in Canada.
Mortal
sense is certainly a queer compound, and the disclosure of confused and contradictory ingredients would afford continued amusement if the sequence of the situation in human experience were not so saddeningly serious.
There
are certain elements of consciousness which offer sure proofs of man's divine origin, and which give promise of an immortality that is altogether different from a mere prolongation of mortal existence,—lighted at one hour with despair.
At the age of eleven years I was sent to school, most of my childhood before that time having been spent abroad in a very light-hearted way and with few lessons.
In 1887, a dear friend who seemingly was not at all well, and could not get relief from physicians, medicine, or change of climate, told me she was going to try Christian Science, which was the first mention of this method of cure that I had heard.
About eighteen years ago I was called to Illinois to help take care of my mother, who had gone there a short time before on a visit, and had been taken sick with what the doctors called consumption.
My attention was called to Christian Science through my sister's taking treatment; and because I was always suffering from headache and pain in the nape of the neck, I also asked for treatment.
Nothing not true is good, and everything perishable, the hay and stubble of superstition and distorted myth, must be consumed by the white heat of the fire of Truth.