The moral courage that grows from Love

I love to contemplate the life of Mary Baker Eddy. I’m so grateful for the biographies that give us a glimpse of how she studied and practiced the Christ Science that she discovered and labored tirelessly to share with humanity. One account that has been most meaningful to me is related in the Amplified Edition of Twelve Years with Mary Baker Eddy by Irving Tomlinson (pp. 67–69). He tells of the Independence Day in 1897 when Mrs. Eddy invited her followers to visit her at Pleasant View. One visitor was a woman who came a great distance with her two children, one of whom was suffering from a painful boil on her head. After the speaking was over, those present were able to greet Mrs. Eddy as she sat on her porch. As the woman and her children passed through the reception line and paused for a moment to exchange smiles with Mrs. Eddy, the mother had a most illuminating experience. As she told it:

I wish I could make the world know what I saw when Mrs. Eddy looked at those children. It was a revelation to me. I saw for the first time the real Mother-Love, and I knew that I did not have it. I had a strange, agonized sense of being absolutely cut off from the children. It is impossible to put into words what the uncovering of my own lack of real Mother-Love meant to me.

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