Article June 3, 1916 Issue

"Christ in you"

MAUDE V. PATTERSON

In his epistle to the Colossians, Paul uses this expression: "Christ in you, the hope of glory." Again he says in Philippians, "Let this mind be in you, which was also in Christ Jesus." It is obvious that the Mind which was in Jesus did not belong to him alone, was not his personal possession, or we would not be told to have the same Mind in us. In proportion to our letting or allowing, therefore, will we express as did Jesus the Mind of Christ. Jesus was the perfect channel, because he knew absolutely the oneness and allness of Mind, and the consequent impossibility of the existence of minds many.

In the Christian Science text-book, "Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures," Mrs. Eddy repeatedly affirms God to be the only Mind or intelligence, and Christian Scientists the world over are gratefully proving, with "signs following," the truth of this statement. This seemed very difficult for the writer to understand, during her first few years' study of this book. Even after many satisfying proofs of God's loving and protecting care, which came as results or answers to scientific prayer as taught in Christian Science, she still believed intelligence to be a product of the human brain, and the following experience is told so that others may profit by it.

Several years ago, when my little son was about two and a half years old, we had in our garden a quantity of beautiful sweet peas. The summer of that year was unusually warm, with intensely hot winds which seemed to scorch all vegetation. There had been no rain for weeks, and the sweet pea vines became so dried and brown and lifeless that I had determined to pull them up. The child listened carefully as I audibly voiced my regret that the hot sun and wind had destroyed the flowers. Without a moment's hesitation he stretched out his hands toward them and said, "Dear little sweet peas, the hot sun can't unbloom you, because God is Love." Then he ran away to his play, leaving the problem with God. That very day the transformation began, and from the seemingly dried and brittle plants came forth green leaves and a profusion of most beautiful blossoms. They were the wonder of the neighborhood, being the only flowers of the kind to survive, and they lasted until after the bitter frosts came.

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