For years I had believed that the time must come when Christianity and science would be found compatible, when the teachings of Jesus would be made practical and his works repeated, for I realized sorrowfully that Christianity was only being talked, not lived. When a Christian Scientist, some two years and a half ago, told me that my hope was already fulfilled, it seemed to me very natural and beautiful.
When, however, a day or two later, I tried to read Science and Health, I felt dazed; it was as unintelligible to me as Greek.
I asked the Scientist to leave it with me, to see if continued effort on my part to understand would bear any result, and felt keen surprise when he said that he could not spare it over night, as he had only the one. He added that he needed both that and his Bible continually, which seemed to me even more strange; for, although an earnest student of my Bible as a child, I had rarely opened it during the past few years, though often repeating to myself well-loved portions of it.
