Testimonies of Healing

The benefit which Christian Science is to a busy shop-worker, has been so beautifully demonstrated in many in stances, and in one case in particular, that it is worthy of the consideration of every thinking man. It should be taken up honestly, and put to the test in actual practice by the inquirer.

Christian Science found me almost a total wreck, daily contemplating what would he the best method to end this misery for which I had found no remedy. I had tried all kinds of doctors and spent thousands of dollars.

For the benefit of those who are not very familiar with Science, I will tell of a demonstration I had last summer while playing tennis. In running to return a ball, I fell violently, turning my ankle so that it was very badly hurt.

Having read and so much enjoyed sketches of the different churches and glimpses given of their Wednesday evening meetings, we decided that it was time that our little church in Montrose, Col. , was added to the list, and shall offer its share of leaven.

During the nine years in which we have been interested in Christian Science, we have had so many blessings showered upon us that I have not words strong enough to express all the gratitude I feel to God, and to our dear Mother for all Christian Science has been to us. By it both my husband and myself were given our health after years of suffering, and our little daughter, six years old, has never known anything but Christian Science.

When I decided to give Christian Science a trial, three years ago, I was almost a wreck, physically and mentally. I took up the study of Science and Health, wrote for absent treatment, and in less than two weeks felt like a different woman—hardly knew myself—light-hearted, happy, able to work—something I had not been able to do most of the winter.

I was brought up to love and serve God, but there always seemed to be something that I could not find, so that when Christian Science was first brought to my notice I had not attended a place of worship for three years. I had become so addicted to intoxicating drink that at times if I had any money in my pocket I could not pass a saloon.

I had been an earnest searcher for Truth, but was running to and fro in the wilderness of hygienic and orthodox methods. I never saw a creed I could fully believe, still I united with the Congregational Church when a child, and in later years was a member of the Methodist Episcopal church, it seeming that my work was there for a time, as that was the best way I knew of to serve God.

When our March Journal came to our home, it seemed really heavy; it was so full of pages laden with love and good tidings. What a great joy filled my heart, when the first testimonial I read was from a distant relative, whom I had lost sight of, but now this link—the Journal —and the blessed Truth has brought us much nearer together, "In that sweet secret of the narrow way" of which we learn in "The Mother's Evening Prayer" (Miscellaneous Writings).

In November, 1899, a kind friend introduced Christian Science literature to me, and after reading it, I thought, if others are healed, why not I? So I asked for a healer and was told of Mrs. F.