CS Practitioner was wondering if Mrs. Eddy would use the internet. I think the responses from Helen and EJ were pretty much like mine. It is probably not likely that she wouldn't, but her refined spiritual sense of things might well see dangers invisible to me. I think one can safely assert, however, that she would not produce a reported vapidity like spirituality.com, if it still labors gamely on.
The question leapfrogged two immensely important 20th Century media: radio and television. Who knows what use, if any, she would have made of them. Mary Baker Eddy is firmly and irrevocably rooted in the world of print, which has a permanence and solidity none of the others does--at least for me. I also think it is safe of say she would not have been a blogger. Where would she get the time? E-mails? Hmm. Facebook, Twitter, texting? I can't see it, but who knows, she might have become a maven of cyberspace.
As some readers may already know, Ann Beals of The Bookmark has sent out an urgent plea for donations. For many, especially officials in Boston, she is about as popular as the idea of women in the priesthood is to the Pope. One may differ strongly with some of her metaphysics, but I for one would be loath to be without the wonderful writings she offers from the pens of Greenwood, Tutt, Wilcox, Simon, Seeley, et al., the Student's Dictionary, those splendid Bible Lessons from 1898-1910, etc. Most of the items she offers, whether regarded as a sheep or goat, are available nowhere else to my knowledge. I'm aware that for many The Bookmark is a very thorny issue, but I would rather feed on some honey-dew from Ms. Beals' Xanadu than choke down a desiccated and unappetizing snack from the CSPS vending machine. If one doesn't feel he can, or wish, to contribute he can perhaps consider getting anything of interest to him (or her) while the opportunity lasts. It might also help alleviate the financial need as well.
Finally, the lovely closing lines to "Leaves of Grass" by the great American poet Walt Whitman. That most sensuous and materialistic of troubadours is speaking of himself, but I find the lines more touching if I think of them as coming from my heavenly Father-Mother God.
Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged,
Missing me one place search another,
I stop somewhere waiting for you.