Testimonies of Healing

I am a graduate of one of the first Medical Colleges in the West, and was in active practice for many years. Was one of the most determined opposers of all modes of treating disease, except the straight old school Allopathic way.

The story of my being healed should have been told some time ago, no doubt, though I have waited for various—if unsound—reasons, until the comfort given me by the letters in the September Journal, opened my eyes to the possible help the recital of its effects may give to some one else. For years an invalid who could take no share in work outside my home, I have, since being healed (more than four years ago), taken an active part in many kinds of work, and can say with truth, that scarce a moment of my time is passed unoccupied.

Our little boy (nine months old) was suddenly stricken with fever. We called a physician who told us it would be impossible to get his fever down without throwing him into spasms, as his temperature was so high; also, that it could not be brought down in less than twelve hours, and it would be necessary to try to reduce it in about that time, or the child would not live.

I wish to bear testimony to the healing power of Truth. For years I was not strong, but since last January I have been a great invalid, and my life was despaired of by my physicians.

Our little girl was very sick for three months. First she had scarlet fever, then inflammation of the bowels, and finally typhoid fever.

Extract from a private letter from one who was healed by reading a copy of the Journal, and who is demonstrating from her individual study of Science and Health. "Being a stranger in W.

Four years ago I learned for the first time that there was a way to be healed through Christ. I had always been sick, but found no relief in drugs.

I know you will rejoice with me, and be glad to hear of the good work following my sojourn in the Adirondack Mountains. I learned one very instructive and important lesson.

I am more than glad to contribute my testimonial to the power of divine Truth, in destroying the claims of error. As an infant, I was believed to have inherited a weak, nervous temperament, and, this thought being held by the family, grew up a frail, sickly child.

I have often been on the point of sending some little experience to the Journal, but have been deterred by the thought that only the old, tried soldiers should write for those pages; and not one who has barely entered the field. To-day I can hold my peace no longer.