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No composer would hesitate to write a symphony because he feared a deficiency of musical notes would render ineffective his great work. He knows that notes are symbols of ideas, and ideas are infinite.
In "Twelve Years with Mary Baker Eddy" an incident is related that is of special interest to members of branch Churches of Christ, Scientist. We are told by the author, Irving C.
The writer, on one of her travels across the North American continent, felt grateful for the many comforts one has nowadays, including spacious windows, air-conditioning, and fluorescent lights, which allow one to read even when the train passes through tunnels. She recalled how terrified she had been as a child traveling in Europe when the train was suddenly plunged into darkness as it entered a tunnel.
It is related that when the beloved John returned to Ephesus from his exile on the island of Patmos, the early Christians gathered round him constantly, urging him to tell them of the Master's teachings. And he would repeat these words, which he attributed to the Master: "Little children, love one another.
Our revered Leader, Mary Baker Eddy, states in the textbook, "Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures" ( p. 242 ), "Self-love is more opaque than a solid body.
" Who then," asked David, "is willing to consecrate his service this day unto the Lord?" ( I Chron. 29:5.
In "Miscellaneous Writings" Mary Baker Eddy ( p. 264 ): "Unity is the essential nature of Christian Science.
Jesus ' parable of the talents points to a fact in Christian Science which greatly blesses those who give proper heed to it. It is this: that every department of our experience, as it now seems humanly to be, is capable of improvement by means wide open to us through this Science.
It is often said that in the affairs of the world no one is indispensable. And from the human viewpoint this appears to be true.
In her poem "Christ and Christmas" Mary Baker Eddy has this verse (p. 159): "As in blest Palestine's hour, So in our age, 'T is the same hand unfolds His power, And writes the page.