Before last summer, I knew nothing about Christian Science, but for a number of years had been searching for something that would satisfy the nobler aspirations of the heart. There were intuitions that rebelled against the thraldom of material sense; but being ignorant of a present possiblity of deliverance, the destiny of mankind seemed dark and enigmatical in its inconsistencies and uncertainties.
Reluctantly, and with deep sadness, I turned form the popular interpretation of the Scriptures. Reason rejected that which I had been taught to believe from infancy. The question presented itself: "Is there a revelation by the aid of which the aspiring thought may rise, and find a sure foundation of knowledge, and guidance?"
Among the ancient and modern religions some glimpses of Truth gleamed like rare gems; but creation presented through the physical senses, seemed worse than useless,—unjust, unmerciful, and cruel,—while the burden of the ages remained unlifted, and there ever appeared a power of evil to defeat the ends of harmony.
