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Christmas Morn   Mary Baker Eddy
1 Blest Christmas morn, though murky clouds
         Pursue thy way,
Thy light was born where storm enshrouds
         Nor dawn nor day!
Dear Christ, forever here and near,
         No cradle song,
No natal hour and mother's tear,
         To thee belong.
Thou God-idea, Life-encrowned,
         The Bethlehem babe —
Beloved, replete, by flesh embound —
         Was but thy shade!
Thou gentle beam of living Love,
         And deathless Life!
Truth infinite, — so far above
         All mortal strife,
Or cruel creed, or earth-born taint:
         Fill us today
With all thou art — be thou our saint,
         Our stay, alway.

Christmas Morn - Christian Science Hymnal - Hymn 23; Poems by Mary Baker Eddy page 29
 
 
A Christmas Sermon - 1888   Mary Baker Eddy
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A Christmas Sermon
Delivered in Chickering Hall, Boston, MA
on the Sunday Before Christmas 1888

SUBJECT: The Corporeal and Incorporeal Saviour

The material questions at this age on the reappearing of the infantile thought of God's man, are after the manner of a mother in the flesh, though their answers pertain to the spiritual idea, as in Christian Science: —

Is he deformed?
He is wholly symmetrical; the one altogether lovely.

Is the babe a son, or daughter?
Both son and daughter: even the compound idea of
all that resembles God.

How much does he weigh?
His substance outweighs the material world.

How old is he?
Of his days there is no beginning and no ending.

What is his name?
Christ Science.

Who are his parents, brothers, and sisters?
His Father and Mother are divine Life, Truth, and Love; and they who do the will of his Father are his brethren.

Is he heir to an estate?

"The government shall be upon his shoulder!" He as dominion over the whole earth; and in admiration of his origin, he exclaims, "I thank Thee, O Father, Lord of heaven and earth, that Thou hast hid these things from the wise and prudent, and hast revealed them unto babes !"

Is he wonderful?
His works thus prove him. He giveth power, peace, and holiness; he exalteth the lowly; he giveth liberty to the captive, health to the sick, salvation from sin to the sinner — and overcometh the world !

Go, and tell what things ye shall see and hear: how the blind, spiritually and physically, receive sight; how the lame, those halting between two opinions or hobbling on crutches, walk; how the physical and moral lepers are cleansed; how the deaf — those who, having ears, hear not, and are afflicted with "tympanum on the brain" — hear; how the dead, those buried in dogmas and physical ailments, are raised; that to the poor — the lowly in Christ, not the man-made rabbi — the gospel is preached. Note this: only such as are pure in spirit, emptied of vainglory and vain knowledge, receive Truth.

Here ends the colloquy; and a voice from heaven seems to say, "Come and see."

The nineteenth-century prophets repeat, "Unto us a son is given."

The shepherds shout, "We behold the appearing of the star!" — and the pure in heart clap their hands.

 

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The Cry of Christmas-Tide - 1886   Mary Baker Eddy
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THE CRY OF CHRISTMAS-TIDE
By
Mary Baker Eddy
Miscellaneous Writings
369:6
Christian Science Journal 1886

Metaphysics, not physics, enables us to stand erect on sublime heights, surveying the immeasurable universe of Mind, peering into the cause which governs all effects, while we are strong in the unity of God and man. There is "method" in the "madness" of this system, — since madness it seems to many onlookers. This method sits serene at the portals of the temple of thought, while the leaders of materialistic schools indulge in mad antics. Metaphysical healing seeks a wisdom that is higher than a rhubarb tincture or an ipecacuanha pill.  This method is devout enough to trust Christ more than it does drugs.

Meekly we kneel at our Master's feet, for even a crumb that falleth from his table. We are hungry for Love, for the white-winged charity that heals and saves; we are tired of theoretic husks, — as tired as was the prodigal son of the carobs which he shared with the swine, to whom he fed that wholesome but unattractive food. Like him, we would find our Father's house again — the perfect and eternal Principle of man. We thirst for inspiring wine from the vine which our Father tends. We crave the privilege of saying to the sick, when their feebleness calls for help, "Rise and walk." We rejoice to say, in the spirit of our
Master, "Stretch forth thy hand, and be whole!"

When the Pharisees saw Jesus do such deeds of mercy, they went away and took counsel how they might remove him. The antagonistic spirit of evil is still abroad; but the greater spirit of Christ is also abroad, — risen from the graveclothes of tradition and the cave of ignorance. Let the sentinels of Zion's watchtowers shout once again, "Unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given."

In different ages the divine idea assumes different forms, according to humanity's needs. In this age it assumes, more intelligently than ever before, the form of Christian healing. This is the babe we are to cherish. This is the babe that twines its loving arms about the neck of omnipotence, and calls forth infinite care from His loving heart.

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