Article May 8, 1915 Issue

Lethargy of Environment

GEORGE R. STEUART

When through Christian Science one has grown out of many evil habits, it appears to him that because the truth has found and rescued him, he has not one minute to waste, and that he must learn all he can of Love and Truth. He also feels that he has a big task before him, one full of joy and happiness.

Most of the time since Science found me, I have been living at a mine in the mountains, away from the world and its various bickerings, jealousies, and strifes, where my wife and I have raised our children without the contamination of disease, either mental or physical. We have often congratulated ourselves upon the blessing of being isolated, and therefore not compelled to do the work that so many of our friends have had to do to hold their own against the many forms of mortal belief which seem to assail one in a city or town. To a large extent we were free from all the ordinary diseases of mankind, so long as we stayed in our mountain fastness; but when we made occasional visits to the city, we invariably brought back with us something undesirable. This would, however, make us work all the harder, and often we have had to resort to our telephone to get help from some practitioner. For years we have congratulated ourselves upon being so fortunate in our situation and surroundings, where we have been saved so much and have been so care free, living with only nature all around us.

Of course we have studied the Lesson-Sermons daily, and read our other literature,—in fact, have read little else; but for years it did not even occur to us that we should do our part to spread the truth in the small community in which we live. We assumed that the people around us did not want Christian Science, so there was no use in taking the trouble to hold services. We lived a very Utopian kind of life, and thought we were blessed in having such an existence allotted to us; but it gradually dawned upon us that our Utopia was, in plain parlance, positive laziness, a lethargy that mortal mind was holding over us, keeping us from doing our part, no matter how small, in the vineyard where the work is so abundant and the laborers are so few.

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