Testimonies of Healing

I was called upon to treat a lady recently, and on one of my visits she met me at the door and told me that her little boy was very ill (the little one was two and one half years old), that he had a fever and had been crying most of the day. I went into the room where he was and sat down by the bed.

When I look back to the bondage from which I escaped, my heart overflows with thankfulness. Recently my thoughts reverted to the time, only a few years ago, when I was an almost constant sufferer from nervous headaches.

When I take a retrospective glance at the blessings received through this new, yet old, gospel of healing, I find they are more than can be numbered. When I first came to Christian Science for help, I sought freedom from physical suffering only.

October 7, 1897, found me standing in front of a drug store, shaking from the effects of a chill, and trying to decide whether I should rely on Mind, or on matter, to heal me. My four-year-old boy and I had both been chilling since the last of July, and I had already given drugs a pretty fair trial, yet we were still shaking.

I wish to add my testimony to the efficacy of Christian Science treatment. As you know, I experienced a compound fracture of the left ankle on August 1, 1900.

Eleven years ago last month Science and Health was brought to me. At that time I was a total wreck physically and mentally.

I have been released from sufferings that tortured me for twenty-five years, and of later years the attacks became more frequent of the much dreaded disease, rheumatism. I suffered from about every phase of the disease, and physicians pronounced the case chronic.

I have long felt a desire to express my gratitude for and appreciation of Christian Science; but because I had no particularly startling demonstrations to relate, I remained silent. However, being out to-day with some ladies who are not Scientists, I saw and heard such expressions of weariness and fatigue over a few hours spent in the art galleries, that I returned to my home rejoicing in my understanding of Science, and prepared to study the Sunday lesson.

The Truth was first mentioned several years ago by an aunt interested in Science. There were no physical plagues to be rid of, only an array of vices and ambitions which ensnare the worldly minded, with an aversion for anything of a religious tendency.

With heartfelt gratitude I desire to make known to the world my liberation from one of the most relentless foes to mankind, locomotor ataxia. I had been slowly but surely growing worse and consequently more despondent and discouraged, when I heard of a neighbor who was being healed of paralysis by Christian Science.