Testimonies of Healing

The blessings I have received through Christian Sci ence are indeed manifold. I came to it about a year ago, very selfishly, for the healing, and as soon as I commenced to read Science and Health, I fought it every step of the way, for I said, these things cannot b possible, I have been taught the exact opposite all my lifetime.

I have felt for some time that it was my duty to tell what Christian Science has done for me. Many years I had been an invalid, not able to do any work or follow any real business.

I have been receiving you, my dear Journal, every month for over fourteen years. You seem like a cheerful friend, and it gives me fresh courage to read your pages.

An elderly lady in lifting, dislocated her back. There was a loud pop and an exclamation of pain, and in a moment she looked as though she had been sick for months, so great was the pain.

For a long time it has been in my thought to write to the Journal something of my experience in Christian Science, hoping that it would be of help to some one. My original interest in Science was more in the spiritual than in the physical side, and the beliefs I have received have been moral rather than physical.

For a long time there has been a desire on my part to tell of my thankfulness for what Christian Science has done for me. Words are inadequate to express my gratitude, but perhaps my experience in overcoming the grief over loss of loved ones, and loneliness, and sickness, may be helpful to some heart waiting and hungering for the Bread of Life as I was.

When I began reading "Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures," two years ago, I thought I was nearing insanity, that I would either lose my mind or die of a broken heart. I seemed to be surrounded by trouble.

" Freely ye have received, freely give," is the thought which actuates me to give my grateful acknowledgment of the good which I have so freely received through Christian Science. Twelve years ago, when living in Chicago, I was very ill and had been in bed over sixteen weeks.

Nearly four years ago, my eyes began to pain me continually, and greatly so when I attempted to read, write, or work. I went to one of the best London oculists, and he told me that, partly owing to years of ill health and many attacks of inflamed eyes, my sight was injured, and that in future I must always wear glasses for all occupation.

I had been for ten years a chronic sufferer with dyspepsia, catarrh, and weakness, also general nervous break down resulting from childbirth. I had become so discouraged that I was morbid and almost wished I could die.