Letters October 4, 1924 Issue

Letters from the Field

with contributions from Cecile B. Hydeloff, Howard Ross Haviland, Laura M. John, May A. Thibaudeau

"Recently, it was my blessed privilege to spend several weeks at the Christian Science sanatorium. To a disturbing thought of inharmony, it brought the strong corrective of harmony; in place of disease, its beneficent influence restored health; and I stepped forth free. The consecrated support and the constant, patient service of its associates unfolded clearer, firmer views of right activity, and each day brought with it new and larger blessings. The spiritual import of that visit is one that will ever be with me. Each memory brings with it renewed thankfulness to our beloved Leader and to all the faithful Christian Scientists who are working for the manifestation of the Christ, Truth.

"(Miss) Cecile B. Hydeloff, Dorchester, Massachusetts."

"Each year as spring returns with its unfoldment of the 'beauty of the universe,' beauty, which, Mrs. Eddy tells us, 'typifies holiness' (Miscellaneous Writings, p. 86), memories reawaken in my thought of the month of early spring which I spent at the Christian Science sanatorium. To me this was the most beautiful spring I had ever known, for with it dawned the real spring of life to my consciousness,—the clearer understanding of God, Life, of the real man, and of God's spiritual universe. This was the rebirth for me, for I was a very different man on leaving the sanatorium than I was on entering it. No experience, with the exception of class instruction, has ever brought as great help to me, as clear an unfoldment of Truth, as much progress in understanding, as that month of spiritual awakening spent in study and rest at our sanatorium. There, in that atmosphere of harmony and peace, I found a haven of ideal relaxation and rejuvenation. The very atmosphere of Love which pervades that beautiful house set upon a hill brings healing to the guest entering its doors. I can never express enough gratitude for the healing and spiritual growth which were unfolded to me during that springtime at Single Tree Hill.

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