malice has striven to misrepresent me, to hinder my work, or to divert my system of healing into mischievous channels.
Others cannot take my place, even if willing to do so. I therefore remain at my post, working for the generations to come, never looking for a present reward. Sordid selfishness, mad ambition, weak envy, and puerile hatred have watched the good done by Christian Science, as the many-headed Cerberus watched at the gates of Hades.
I have adhered to Truth most strongly in the hour of its detraction. Will others do the same? “The hireling fleeth because he is a hireling, and careth not for the sheep.” Neither dishonesty nor selfishness ever founded a true system of ethics or health.
Others may fill their pockets by a misappropriation of my labors, but their success will be short-lived. Falsehood and hypocrisy are a foundation of sand. Honesty, Truth, and Love are the only foundations whereon to rear the superstructure of Christian Science.
The false evidence of material sense contrasts strikingly with the testimony of Soul. Material sense says: —
I am unjust, and no man knoweth it. I can cheat, lie, rob, murder, commit adultery, and elude detection by smooth-tongued villany. Brutal in propensity, deceitful in sentiment, fraudulent in purpose, I mean to make my short span of life one gala-day. What a nice thing is sin! How the proud reveller succeeds, where goodness fails! The world is my kingdom, where I sit enthroned in the gorgeousness of matter. But a touch, an accident, the law of God, may at any moment annihilate me, for all my fancied joys are mortal. Like an airy bubble, I but expand to my own destruction, and shine with the fatal resplendency of error.
