IN her poem, "Christ My Refuge," Mrs. Eddy writes (Poems, p. 12):
"I kiss the cross, and wake to know
A world more bright."
The cross may be said to be our labor in denying the claims of a selfhood apart from God, good. From the moment we first come into the light of Christian Science, most of us gladly try to drop our beliefs in sickness. Joyfully, moreover, we try to apply each new idea of Truth to our business problems, to our home relations, and to our social intercourse with the world. We must, however, take a yet further step: we must eradicate all unlovely traits of character, so that there may be no attraction for evil in our thinking—no weak spot in our armor of good.
