"Do not go gentle into that good night" wrote the great Welsh poet Dylan Thomas. Nor must loyal Christian Scientists permit their beloved Church to go gentle into that good night of vapidity. Genuine Christian Scientists are not nappied wusses or epicene carpet knights for Christ. "Love is not something put upon a shelf, to be taken down on rare occasions with sugar-tongs and laid on a rose leaf. I make strong demands on love, call for active witnesses to prove it, and noble sacrifices and grand achievements as its results." (Mis 250: 16-18)
I was browsing recently in the bound volume of the '34/'35 Journals and noticed with amazement that there were then, for example, about 600 practitioners listed there for the City of Chicago and 132 for Portland, Oregon. Compare those robust numbers with the lilliputian representation today. What a joy 'twould be if more of us could demonstrate that it isn't so that the old gray mare ain't what she used to be.
Notes: Naturally I am sorry Anonymous felt the title of the previous entry (a quote) unjustifiably coarse, but I am certainly not Mrs. Eddy, and this is 2010 not 1910. When it comes to understanding and demonstration my puny demitasse spoon shrinks abashed before her capacious shovel. It would be more peaceful if we all could shut ourselves away from the world in pollyannish Whovilles, but didn't Christ Jesus say he came not to send peace but a sword? "When error confronts you, withhold not the rebuke or the explanation which destroys error." (S&H 452: 12-14) Mortal mind certainly isn't going to vamoose at the application of a few gentle swipes with a dainty metaphysical feather duster.
Thank you to LowlyWise for the arcane (to me) procedure required to get an acute accent, and, I assume, grave accent, tilde, umlaut, cedilla, caret, etc. I fear that with my limited computer skills I would make a hash of it and I would end up with a verbal Frankenstein's monster.