fesses to believe, then God must be like man. If one is like the other, then the other is like the one. Men are sons of God as Mrs. Eddy allows. She also allows that the son is like the father. How illogical, how silly it is then to deny that the father is like the son. Again, since man, that is “immortal man”, is by Mrs. Eddy identified with God, why does she wage such a war against a man-like deity? I repeat, “it belongs to the system.” To think of God as like man is to limit him, Mrs. Eddy imagines. God is infinite and infinity is allness. Mrs. Eddy, like some theologians, has gone mad over “infinity.” The gracious fatherhood of God is sacrificed on the altar of this little idol, “Infinity,” the initial letter being capitalized for effect. Infinity is her little Dagon which she must prop up in his place lest he fall upon his face and be broken.
What is infinity? It matters not for our
purpose what it is, except that if it is anything, it
is a somewhat and not a somewho. We do not
ask, who is infinity? for the question thus worded
would not be intelligible. We could as well ask,
who is what? I beg pardon of the reader for this
repetition, but I want to make it clear that when
Mrs. Eddy uses the word God she is talking not
about a person, but about a thing, that is, an idea.
And now let us see how Mrs. Eddy deals with
this subject. She says: “Human philosophy has
made God manlike. Christian Science makes
man Godlike. The first is error; the latter is
