"In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself in a dark wood where the straight way was lost." So begins Dante's Inferno. If I wished my fellow man to find himself standing apprehensively one gloomy dusk before Dante's awful sign, "Leave all hope, ye that enter", I think I would get him a Blackberry, a cell phone, a loptop computer, and a long list of all those who might want to bathe ceaselessly in the drone of his voice, the vacuity of his text messages, and the mindless chatter of his tweets. I myself would gladly take instead the skirl of a hundred bagpipes at my elbow.
It is hard to see how Christian Science could ever get a fair hearing in an age which demands instant gratification, incessant stimulation, and an almost pathological need for diversion. Even some mega-churches have apparently felt the need to juice up their services--heavy on toe-tapping folderol, light on guilt and slumber-inducing homilies--in order to keep their restless flocks from nodding off in the pews or slipping off to greener pastures and bubblier brooks. Christian Science isn't ever going to compete with false attractions, but that seems not to have deterred some from trying to attract attention to Science by forced or wooden attempts to be with it or go hip with the flow. Rather let those who have named the name of Christ be like the poor wise man, [who] by his wisdom delivered the [beseiged] city and be "living stones" ever ready to attract honest seekers for Truth and those possessing chastened and humble hearts.