The Cry Of Christmas-Tide

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         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,
10    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
15    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
20    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 prodi-
         gal son of the carobs which he shared with the swine,
         to whom he fed that wholesome but unattractive food.
25    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

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1      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,
5      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 grave-clothes of tradition and the cave of ignorance.
         Let the sentinels of Zion’s watch-towers shout once
10    again, “Unto us a child is born, unto us a son is

         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
15    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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Love is the liberator.