Unless we have been unwaveringly faithful to the words of Christ Jesus, the writings of Mary Baker Eddy, and the duties these exemplars place upon the obedient, we could peck open our little shells only to discover that stubborn heads rather than starving hearts have chosen our place of worship. Soulless Christian Science is little more than a dry theological husk.
Martin Luther wrote: "For where God built a church, there the Devil would also build a chapel." Daniel Defoe adds to his verse version of that statement: ". . . and 'twill be found, upon examination,/The latter has the largest congregation." Is the worship in this chapel the result of a willingness to snub the Church Manual and the ethical and moral standards of Christian Science in order to chase after a painted drab from Back Bay? Have some misunderstood that keeping up with the times does not mean swimming foolishly with great whites?
Could worshipping in the chapel mean that some of us have disregarded our desiccated affections in order to batten on the fatty tissue of the letter? Have we become metaphysical martinets, scuffling with punctilious and self-righteous dedication over any perceived or suspected peccadillo or transgression? If so, maybe some mental housecleaning with the bracing disinfectant of pure Christian Science is in order.
Note: "mego": "my eyes glaze over". My apologies again. I couldn't find the term in a dictionary either.