Testimonies of Healing

I want to express my gratitude to God, to Mrs. Eddy, and to the dear ones here who have so lovingly helped me to know the truth that makes us free.

About a year and a half ago my little son, five years old, was taken with an abscess, and after almost three weeks of suffering he underwent an operation in which the flesh was stripped from the bone, from the thigh nearly to the knee, and a tube inserted. After he had spent ten days in the hospital I was informed that at least two more operations were necessary, as three open sores had formed, that the bone was in an advanced stage of decay, and that even with all this they had little hope of saving the limb, as he had become so reduced in bodily strength that even his living was doubtful, from a human standpoint.

I had been nearly two years in recovering from a long sickness, and convalescence was so slow that the time seemed endless. I could hardly imagine myself again walking, running, or doing anything naturally.

Four years ago Christian Science came to me in direct answer to my prayer for light to lead me out of the darkness of despair. At that time a friend, whom I had not seen for three years, called upon me, and in the course of conversation suggested that I make a study of Christian Science; adding that she believed I would find in it a refuge and a help in every hour of need.

I can scarcely find words adequate to express my gratitude for Christian Science and what it is to me. It has lifted me out of the depths.

Three years ago I was healed, through Christian Science, of bronchial asthma, sore throat, and continual colds. Previous to this healing, I spent most of my time in the house and in bed.

Thirteen years ago I turned to Christian Science for help as a last resort. For ten years I had suffered with chronic and acute diseases.

A grateful acknowledgment of what the truth has done for us, should be as natural to us as the song is to the bird when the first warm rain gives promise of opening spring. And yet, so loath is mortal mind to yield to the government of the Divine, that I have found myself making all manner of excuses for withholding this testimony of the ever-presence of infinite good.

With hearts full of love to God, to our Master, and to our Leader, we send the following testimony of the healing of diphtheria in its most malignant form, believing it will give courage and hope to others when the dark shadows of sense seem to overwhelm, and material evidence appears strong. A year ago last December, just four days after the Reed trial here in Los Angeles, our oldest child, a boy of nine years, went to school in the morning as well as ever, but on returning home in the afternoon he felt so badly that he lay down by the way, and was found by a man who knew the child, and brought home by him in his buggy.

Having been so thoroughly healed through Christian Science, I feel it would not only be ungrateful, but that I should not be doing my duty to God to keep silent any longer. On the 24th of March, 1902, I was working on the new station, South Eastern & Chatham Railway, Bexhill, glazing the covered platform, when I suddenly slipped and fell onto the concrete platform below, injuring my spine.