"Whom do men say that I am?" asked our Lord. "Malignity had searched him with candles." Envy, hatred and revenge cried, with murderous hearts, "Crucify him." Sensuality and lust betrayed him, and sold their birthright for thirty pieces. Pride, prejudice and intolerance hastened by "on the other side." Curiosity and superstition called him a false prophet, while ignorance accepted any and every statement which envy or malice put abroad. Sin and sensuality demur at "not being let alone." They are troubled before their time, because of the ever reappearing Truth.
Who hath taught us the way which Jesus marked out? Is she right? No linguist taught her to utter herself in those tones which have become like the thunder from Mount Sinai—heard around the world. No poet, sage or philosopher had the forming and delineating of her spiritual thought. No ancient or modern painter taught her how to transfer to mortal sense the eternal verities of divine light and love. No musician lent her his genius or his art to teach her to live a life of unbroken harmony, and tune the human heart to sing the hymn of the morning stars.
Alone—above,—outside of all she stands on that hoary height, up whose sharp sides no steps have so directly toiled in agony and glory, but those of the blessed Master. Personal sense lost in the universal Love to all God s children, Selfhood renounced and laid upon the altar of divine Love. With the awful power of Truth—transfigured with eternal Love, this leader comes in might, linked to the gentleness and humility of a child, to lisp to the sleeping age the old, new story of God. Dare you say that because she is a woman she is not God-selected and sent? How speaks He in His divine code of Science? It was a woman who took three measures of meal, and put into it the leaven which leavened the whole lump. It was a woman who took the ointment, divine Science, and poured it out in offering to the divine inspiration.
