Editorials

A young child just learning what sums are doesn’t realize they’re being introduced to the principle of addition, and the science of mathematics. Whatever is based in science is governed by principles or laws, be it music, tennis, or nuclear physics, and so on.

While remaining alert to the inequities between men and women that still need addressing, and committed to overcoming them, it’s worth noting a male/female unity that’s forever friction-free. Christian Science reveals the seamless blending of the masculine and feminine in God’s nature and describes God as Father-Mother.

At this very moment, the source of all good for everyone, of each generation, is at hand. And all can know it—can know God and feel the power of divine Love.

The weekend of a friend’s wedding, the Christian Science Sunday church service was on the subject “Ancient and Modern Necromancy, alias Mesmerism and Hypnotism, Denounced. ” The service had been listed in the weekend program as one of the events, so two members of the wedding party who knew nothing about Christian Science decided to check it out.

“He is risen!”  This was a vital greeting to early Christians. Vital as in “essential,” but also alive, energizing, inspiring.

The Bible book of Judges tells of Deborah, an outstanding woman living in Israel, when the Israelites had been in captivity for twenty years. Deborah was a prophet, or seer; one who perceives reality as spiritual.

Questions open the door to wonderful things. For example, for mankind to go to the moon, the quest had to start with questions: Is it possible? How can we do it? Clearly, the answers were there and we went to the moon.

I recently had a thought-provoking chat on a cab ride to church.   The subject of spirituality came up, and it turned out that my driver was an earnest believer in reincarnation.

He was a composer who had gone bankrupt, was a deeply depressed man, and was derided as a “German nincompoop. ” One day, though, a friend visited him and asked if he would write music to accompany Bible verses that had been compiled into a libretto.

I was surely the least well-off person in the room at the Thanksgiving Day service. Churchgoers from the well-to-do neighborhood I was visiting gave thanks for things my 20-something self just didn’t have: homes of their own, marriages, careers.