Testimonies of Healing

It was some years ago that Christian Science was first brought to my notice. I seemed to be suffering greatly with my eyes, was being treated by a specialist, who obliged me to put on glasses, told me that I should always have to wear them, and warned me to be very careful not to use my eyes for any close work.

When Christian Science was unknown to me and there was no brighter prospect than a continuation of strife and turmoil, I began to loose myself from the obligations of the church which reared me. Praying always for the more abundant life spoken of in John, 10:10.

I love Christian Science more than all else, and my only wish for some time past, has been to devote my whole life to the spreading of this gracious truth that makes us free indeed. The last five years since coming to Science, have been indeed a wonderful revelation to me.

In reading one of the editorials in the March Journal I found a statement which took me back in thought to an experience of several years ago. The statement was this: "Like the little child in the unconsciousness of its sore distress, they have called for one who bore them in his arms.

I feel I have been far too long in writing to the Journal to tell of my thankfulness for Christian Science, the help it has been, and the change it has made in my whole life. Perhaps I waited partly because no words of mine will ever express my real thankfulness.

Hoping that my testimony will be beneficial to some who think themselves in the same condition of belief, in other words, under the bondage of hereditary troubles, I wish to say, my mother died with cancer and my father had cancer also, though it was not the cause of his death. My grand-father died with the same trouble, and as a natural consequence I thought that I and my family were all destined to have the same disease, sooner or later.

In my mother's name I wish to give a testimonial and history of her illness to the Journal, so that the readers thereof may profit by it as she did by those that appeared in our periodicals. About last April my mother was taken to her bed.

About two and a half years ago we first heard of Christian Science. A cousin, having tried all that materia medica had to offer, and finding no relief, was told of Christian Science, and there obtained that for which she had sought in vain through material means.

For about thirty years I suffered almost constantly from so-called nervous diseases until March, 1902. In my experience human existence was very largely a torture of dyspepsia, insomnia, and melancholia, which I now know to be illusions of mortal sense, and which are not comprised in the facts of Being.

Several times I have tried to express my gratitude in words for what Christian Science has done for me, but each time the words seemed utterly cold and inadequate to convey any realization of the peace and happiness I experienced when I first caught a glimpse of the truth which frees us from our Egyptian taskmasters. A longing, such as only a sick mother knows, a longing to be well and able to care for my children, led me to investigate Christian Science.