When long ago, on the first Christmas morn, a babe was...

Troy (N. Y.) Times

When long ago, on the first Christmas morn, a babe was born to a lowly, holy, virgin mother, the watching shepherds heard the song of angels, heralding the advent of the child who was to change the whole world's history. That sacred anthem, "Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men," is sounding in our own age, clearer and nearer to the hearts of men who wait and watch for a fuller revelation of God's love for His children. Christian Scientists have a new sense of the Christ-coming, for in the dawn of a more spiritual reading of the Scriptures they welcome the consciousness of his ever-presence—"never born and never dying"—but to-day and forever a loving, living, perfect Saviour from present troubles.

They bring their gifts, the gold of purified character, the frankincense of devout aspiration, and the myrrh of self-abnegation, to lay at the feet of their king. He is come royally to rule all peoples and nations, lifting them above matter into a spiritual, real, and harmonious living, into faith in an omnipresent God and a knowledge of spiritual law as supreme over what is called material law. Christ Jesus foretold this period when he said, "I will come again."

Not all who dwelt in Bethlehem knew of the lowly birth of the child who should redeem the world. The angelic vision came to the wakeful shepherds, while the rest of the earth lay sleeping. When human hearts are surfeited with getting and giving, with pursuit of wealth, pride of power and position, and gross pleasures of the senses, and while they carry heavy burdens of sorrow felt to be real and God-sent, they cannot understand and accept Christian Science as it is taught by its revered Discoverer and Founder, Mrs. Eddy.

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