Says the Psalmist, "What shall I render unto the Lord for all His benefits toward me?"
To the right loyal Christian Scientists—working through the gloom, joyous in the night, looking for the day—I am the debtor. Words are weak to express either joy or sorrow. They fail to articulate my gratitude for your labors and love, which are advancing the hope of humanity all over the world. Accept my thanks for your beautiful holiday gifts, and my warm wishes for your happiness and prosperity. The Star that led the Wisemen of old is leading the wise of our time. It is the central ray in the firmament of Soul.
Letters and accompanying holiday gifts from my students give no uncertain sound. A Marine View, painted by Bradford Sherman, is grand. The givers thus describe it:
