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Years after the war, this man was crossing the ocean. It was a Sunday evening and they were singing hymns. When they sang a certain hymn, above the other voices, the man noticed a strangely familiar voice. After the song he went to the man and asked him, “Where have I met you before?” They compared notes and it was the Union soldier. “I sang that hymn when marching the breastworks,” said the Union soldier, “because I was conscious of danger which I could not see or hear.” The hymn was “Jesus, Lover of my Soul,” which is full of the thought of refuge and safety. “And when I had finished singing,” he continued, “I felt the danger had gone.”

“Now, that man was watching,” Mrs. Eddy continued. “He was not afraid, but he was conscious of his danger. Christian Scientists read their literature, go to church, to church meetings, and still may be tumbled over; that is not watching, they are merely marching up and down the breastworks.”

Meetings with the household

One day Mrs. Eddy called the workers to her. Their mental work seemingly had been ineffective and depressing. She said in effect: Never become discouraged, dear ones. This work is not humdrum, it is growth. It is repeating and defeating, repeating and defeating, repeating and defeating. Is not this the way a mathematician becomes a mathematician? Another time, as I recall, she said, Humility    

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