Testimonies of Healing

I have long wanted to tell the world of my being healed through Christian Science. About seven years ago I was taken with a disease pronounced incurable by the doctors.

When first Christian Science was brought to my notice, it was through the healing of some absent friends. One of these had been in an asylum for the insane, and pronounced incurable.

Yesterday, a man whom I had not seen for over a year, asked me where my cane was. I told him I had no further use for it, and I want to tell others.

When I first heard of Christian Science in the autumn of 1898, it found me in a state of mind which was in sore need of a radical remedy. I was practically an agnostic, dissatisfied and without real object in life.

There are many who think Christian Science treatment may be good for minor complaints, such as are often commonly called "nervous troubles," but that there is no possibility of the treatment being able to reach "real disease," such as consumption, heart-disease, tumors, typhoid fever, venereal, so-called incurable conditions, also the effects of heredity and congenital malformation, and it is to these incredulous ones that these few words are addressed. Those of us who have seen the "glory of the Lord" in the healing of many or all the above list of ills, do not need further proof of the power of God to heal "all manner of disease," as we find recorded in Matthew, 10: I , for we know whom we have believed, and would attest our gratitude for these mercies by a life devoted to the spread of God's kingdom among men, that others might learn of the way out of bondage to the freedom of the children of God.

All my life, except for a few transient sunbeams of health, I had been a great sufferer, and have endured many things at the hands of innumerable doctors, who, no doubt, meant well, and did all in their power to relieve me, but without success. Fifteen months ago, I heard of Christian Science, and was only too thankful to avail myself of treatment, for I had lost all faith in materia medica.

Last October my attention was first directed toward Christian Science with the desire to investigate. I had, of course, heard of it before, but had rather hazy ideas regarding the "peculiar people" who needed no medical attention in sickness.

YEARS ago, when seemingly under the shadow of great suffering, mental and physical; when idleness, enforced by a mistaken education, seemed to bind me as with chains; when religion was a myth, and hope for good a cheat, I stood, in the midst of plenty, spiritually starved, peering into unknown and terror-filled darkness. Like Moses, I was tending my flock at "the backside of the desert," when I heard the call to look up into light, not downward into darkness, and beheld the "mountain of God," and paused, trembling, doubtful, but with a new hope as sweet, as sure, and as heart-stirring, as the song of birds after a storm, to listen to the command I was to hear.

The testimonial meetings held on Friday evening in the Sons of Temperance Hall by the Christian Scientists, are very interesting. Last evening there was a good attendance.

For years I have been a victim of rheumatism, and for months have been confined to the bed. In addition to this claim, in October, 1891, pleuro-pneumonia set in; and, as days passed by, I became weaker and weaker, and I could neither eat nor sleep.