Letters January 12, 1907 Issue

LETTERS TO OUR LEADER

with contributions from Daisette D. S. McKenzie, Louie C. Hook, Ida A. Hodkinson, Clara E. Seiberling, Mae Blanchard, F. N. Riale, Annie R. McCully, Alice Edmunds, Ceylon B. Taylor, S. Edward Way, M. Ella Randall, Claudia Marx, Laura C. Tucker, James E. Comstock

Cambridge, Mass., Jan. 6, 1907.

Beloved Leader:—As you know before this, all the leading papers of Boston—Herald, Transcript, Globe, Post, Journal, and American—have published your reply to McClure's, and the Herald this morning says (in referring to the article), "We would suggest that an autobiography is more authentic than a biography." My first thought on reading your answer was, When our Leader does anything, she does it! Every point was covered, and in that neverfailing spirit of forbearance which leaves Truth to convict the wrong-doer. Let me thank you for this new-old lesson in love, and rejoice with you in this victory for Christian Science. Again the earth has "helped the woman."

How can I give you my heart's deep gratitude, my precious Teacher and friend, for the visit I had with you on Wednesday. It was the nearest I have ever been to God, and both before and after seeing you, and during our interview, I felt the Divine presence in a way I can only describe as a feeling that I was communing with God's idea. Since I came home my work has received a decided impulse, and the path has been made plain in ways for which I have waited a long time. I thank you earnestly, too, for permitting me to serve you on the Business Committee, and my hourly prayer to divine Love is that no resistance of materiality or personality can prevent my growth in your service, for I know that "this is the work of God," that we believe on (and help) her whom God hath sent. For "he that receiveth whomsoever I send receiveth me; and he that receiveth me receiveth him that sent me." Years ago you wrote me, "You were mine under the fig-tree." Those words have been at times the only star in the night of tempest, but steering by it, I have always reached the shore. Dear, dear Mother-in-Israel, may I be made ready and ever willing to do whatever you ask me to do to serve you. I appreciate more devoutly your life, your work, yourself, than ever before.

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