Testimonies of Healing

One year ago last spring I realized something must be done for my eyes. They had caused me much pain during the previous year.

Filled with love and gratitude for the blessings received through this beautiful Truth, I undertake to write these few lines for our Journal, knowing they will be the help to some dear reader, that the different testimonies have been to me. A few weeks ago I had a bad fall, and at first felt unable to get up, but with the little understanding I had of this Truth I declared the allness of God, and realized that God's perfect child could not be hurt.

For a long time I have thought I would like to testify to the great benefit that Christian Science has been to me and my family. The first and greatest demonstration we have had was the healing of my daughter two years ago, who had had bladder trouble from birth, which was not helped after having four doctors who did all they could; one doctor telling me that if she was not cured soon, it would be serious.

About two years ago I first heard of Christian Science through a lecture delivered in Jacksonville, Fla. , where I had gone to seek health and strength.

About four years ago I entered a Christian Science Church for the first time to attend a Sunday morning service. I had just begun the study of this beautiful religion, and had only a very slight knowledge of it, but knew that it was the whole Truth and I had an earnest desire to learn more of it.

Thirteen years ago Christian Science found me a helpless invalid, having been in bed most of the time for three years and a half. Two severe operations were failures, and every remedy known to humanity had been tried.

Last March I entered a Christian Science Church for the first time. Brought by a friend.

For many years I was a great sufferer from stomach trouble and various other complaints, being confined to my home at times for days and oftentimes weeks. Of all men I was most miserable.

I wish to tell you of the healing of a little girl five years old near this place last spring. She was very ill for two months, and the physicians who were called in finally said they could do no more for her.

One morning this summer while I was away from home, my little boy, four years old, fell from our dining-room window, landing flat on his back. That was two stories and a half from the ground.